Chapter 154: Lost

In January, the Outer Wild Ocean, the crow wind howled.

Hail the size of a baby's fist fell together with the snow filling the sky.

The extreme cold brought actually froze the salty sea surface piece by piece.

But in such terrible weather, a sea ship of considerable size was still struggling to maintain balance in the sea, struggling forward.

It sailed forward with great difficulty like this for a while.

Suddenly, undercurrents emerged from the seabed.

Like a giant invisible hand throwing it, the sea ship was lifted into the air.

When it fell, it happened to hit a floating ice of a hundred zhang in radius, breaking it into several pieces.

And then, the sea ship, which had returned to the sea and was floating and sinking, saw dozens of giant turtle feet and turtle fins extending from both sides.

Each one looked quite slow, but in reality, it could slide two or three times in one breath, resisting the undercurrent.

In the helm cabin at the bow of the ship.

Zhang Gui pressed his hands hard on the brass sea turtle on the 'helm', and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's steady!"

"How is it steady!

Caiyang Longhu, if I had known your ship-handling skills were so loose, I, I, I..."

Lü Zhenduan, who was from the north of Ming Song, had taken a dragon fish giant ship from Jinmen Prefecture all the way to the Eastern Yue Province, and hadn't suffered such torture after bumping for thousands of miles.

Plus the terror of life and death being out of one's control when encountering a big storm at sea, he couldn't help but complain.

But he was not the kind of unreasonable person after all.

Thinking that it was his idea to be in such a hurry to go to Xianrong Island, he had nothing to say.

And Zhang Gui, who was acting as the temporary captain and helmsman of this large ironwood turtle mechanism ship, although he had been traveling back and forth between the outer sea and the mainland all day.

But he relied entirely on teleportation with divine authority.

He had never had the opportunity to sail at sea, let alone encounter such a terrifying storm at sea.

So he didn't take Lü Zhenduan's complaints to heart.

"This time it was indeed my carelessness.

I didn't expect the big crow wind on the sea to be so much more violent than on land.

In the past two or three years, everything has gone smoothly with awakening Spirit Cong and practicing techniques, becoming a 'Bing-minor' cultivator, and I felt that I was omnipotent.

Arrogant enough to look down on the 'navigator's'..."

"Caiyang, Caiyang, look, are we at Xianrong Island!"

Lü Zhenduan originally felt respect when he heard Zhang Gui's self-reflection and humble apology.

After all, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, being pushed by the times to suddenly ascend to a high position from a market child, and also possessing not weak great power, eight or nine out of ten would become arrogant.

But there were very few who could reflect on this and admit it frankly, and it would not be an exaggeration to say one in a thousand.

As a result, he suddenly saw a vast and boundless coastline entering his eyes, and he couldn't help but shout loudly, pointing forward.

Zhang Gui, whose vision was better, nodded affirmatively upon hearing this,

"Yes, Old Lü, you don't have to panic anymore.

Xianrong Island is right before our eyes."

Only then did Lü Zhenduan put his heart into his stomach, and he laughed loudly.

"That's good.

No matter what the future holds, we have passed the first difficult pass.

Once we arrive at 'Chuan Shen Port', first, hey, where did Chuan Shen Port go!?"

"I don't know.

Didn't I just say I looked down on the 'navigator's' ability.

It's because we got lost."

Zhang Gui said casually: "But there is no need to panic too much.

The general direction of Xianrong Island could still be determined.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have arrived successfully now."

Facing such an explanation, Lü Zhenduan was finally speechless, and his whole face collapsed.

In the silence, the large ironwood turtle mechanism ship slowly sailed to the coastline of Xianrong Island.

Although natural good ports that could safely dock thousand-material large ships were rare.

As far as the eye could see, there was no trace of man-made ports.

But the most excellent part of the ironwood turtle mechanism ship was finally displayed.

The turtle feet and turtle fins on both sides of the ship's bottom extended to the maximum extent.

The turtle feet rested on the shallow beach near the shore, half-floating and half-walking.

The turtle fins slid forward with the smallest amplitude, ensuring the lowest speed of the mechanism ship.

"It's truly not knowing until you try; it's scary once you try.

I said why the ironwood turtle shipbuilding atlas is so precious.

It turns out that the so-called 'every wild island is a good port, supply is free, like a big turtle guarding clumsiness, prolonging life' is reflected in this situation.

No wonder it is, encountering a shipwreck or accidentally deviating from the course, you can dock and leave freely and safely whenever you encounter an island."

"Is this very useful?"

Lü Zhenduan, who was from the inland north, asked strangely.

"Although I am not from a seafaring family, I grew up by the sea.

I have heard many stories of cargo ships rushing to the destination and season, forcibly docking at shallow ports, and as a result, accidentally running aground, destroying the ship and injuring people.

Not to mention those who ran aground on wild islands for various reasons, the whole ship of people trapped in a desperate city, living and consuming themselves to death.

At such a time, you are never afraid of running aground; you tell me if it is useful."

Zhang Gui explained with shining eyes:

"It seems that the value of the ironwood turtle shipbuilding atlas is much higher than I imagined.

This is considered getting it for nothing again."

Just as he was pleasantly surprised, he found that the 'Water Curtain Sea Chart', which had become very clear and stable, revealed a scene of slaughter.

About a hundred cavalry were surrounding several hundred infantry forming a group formation, guerrilla shooting and killing.

It could be seen that although the number was small, the cavalry that firmly occupied the upper hand in the situation were the Baiyang Bo'erqin people, a vassal state of Yuanshan.

And the infantry that occupied the majority were vaguely visible in rows of seven, which should be Ming Song troops.

In addition, the group formation also hid some archers, waiting for an opportunity to snipe the Baiyang Bo'erqin cavalry.

It was precisely because they were there that the entire infantry force did not become meat on the chopping block.

Barely fighting back and forth with the cavalry.

At this time, Lü Zhenduan also discovered the existence of this small battlefield and said urgently:

"Caiyang Longhu, there is a battle ahead!"

Zhang Gui nodded and said rather expertly:

"Well, it should be a small-scale encounter.

I have seen in pictures that the Baiyang Bo'erqin people will hang a long strip of white sheep wool felt behind their heads.

So those cavalry should be Baiyang Bo'erqin people.

Then the Ming Song military system 'seven-seven formation', so who the infantry is goes without saying.

As for those archers, they don't use crossbows but bows and arrows.

When shooting, they don't use 'great high-angle shots' but slightly press the arrow tip.

It should be the habit left by the ancestors of Hanli when shooting fish, so it should be a group of Hanli archers."

"Then what should we do, can you help our people?"

A 'Bing-minor' seventh-rank cultivator with an average level can be converted into three small stars, which is twenty-one light cavalry in formation, on the battlefield.

And 'small star' is a unique establishment of Ming Song, and its combat power is similar to the ten-man squad of Baiyang Bo'erqin.

After all, no matter how bad the agricultural nation is at riding and shooting, the Ming Song Empire still has more of a great power style than the vassal state of Yuanshan.

The two sides' weapons and equipment are simply not comparable.

So 'one small star', seven Ming Song soldiers, is equivalent to ten Baiyang Bo'erqin barbarian soldiers, which is not an exaggeration.

Then three small stars are equal to three ten-man squads of Baiyang Bo'erqin cavalry.

And there are about a hundred Baiyang cavalry on the scene, so theoretically, they are indeed stronger than Zhang Gui, who is a Bing-minor.

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Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that seven Ming Song soldiers of the "Small Star" rank are on par with ten barbarian soldiers of the White Sheep Borjigin.

Then, three Small Stars would be equivalent to three ten-man cavalry squads of the White Sheep Borjigin.

And since there are about a hundred White Sheep cavalrymen on the scene, theoretically, Zhang Gui, who is only a Bing-class minor official, is indeed being pressured.

(End of this chapter)