Firecrackers are roaring, drums and music are masterpieces. +◆ On the side of the Pili Navy Camp of Guazhou, there were long ago military patrols lined up neatly, standing straight, with all kinds of flags standing. A group of green-robed military generals stood on the side of the dock with their chests and belly raised. Although the wind was cold and cold at the edge of the dock, everyone was smiling.

Seeing that an official ship holding Chen Dexing's flag slowly approached the dock, the sailors wearing felt hats and battle jackets broke down the cables. Huang Zhishen and Ren Yijiang, who were standing shoulder to shoulder with Lu Hu, led them forward and crossed their hands to salute Chen Dexing. A large group of the leaders of the Pili Navy, deputy commander, general, deputy general, general, and generals bowed together and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the guards! Welcome to the general!"

Chen Dexing just smiled reservedly and waved his hand on the deck of the official ship: "Everyone stands up, why are you polite with your brother?"

Then he turned around and helped his pretty mother Guo Fuer down the springboard and arrived at the dock. Huang Zhishen, Ren Yijiang, Lu Hu and Gao Da had already come up. These four people and the monk Liu who had sneaked to Yidu are now the core of Chen Dexing's small group.

Chen Dexing lowered his voice: "Is everything going well?"

Lu Hu replied: "The brothers in the camp are still safe, but there are a few converted people trying to escape, but they are all captured and they are just relying on the elder brother to give up."

The matter of escape in the army can be big or small, and according to the military laws and regulations, it can be beheaded. Lu Hu and others dare not make decisions without authorization, so they can only escort them first and wait for Chen Dexing to come and make a decision.

Chen Dexing said in a deep voice: "When I go to ask, if I really escape, there will be nothing to be polite. Just chop it up!"

The officers around him looked at each other and looked a little more awe. The merciful army was not in charge of the army, and the military head with thousands of men could not be just a good man.

Huang Zhishen then reported: "Everything is going well over the other side of the yard. The New Year holiday has only been stopped for one day. The hull of the first three-layer oarship has been completed and is waiting for acceptance."

"Well, I'll go see it myself." Chen Dexing said, "If it can be done, we will start to build several ships at the same time... one million, how many ships can be built at the same time on the yard?"

Huang Zhishen said: "If 1,000 people can be transferred from the army to start and build 10 ships at the same time, it will be no problem."

"Give you 1,200 people, start construction of 9 ships at the same time, and build another sharp-bottomed ship."

"A sharp bottom...a sea boat?"

Chen Dexing nodded: "Three-layer sailboats are much larger than those in the Yangtze River. They can also hang side sailing spinnades, which can be driven against the wind... Can you let your father help a few old boatmen who run the sea?"

"Okay!" Huang Zhishen agreed, "I'll write a letter to my home now."

Chen Dexing nodded with satisfaction, looked at Ren Yijiang again, and said, "How is the Daming Temple doing?"

Ren Yijiang shook his head and said, "It's not so good, it's just a craftsmanship. Daming Temple is very dilapidated. If you really want to do it, the copper will be blooming like flowing water."

Chen Dexing said: "Now the creation is done. Our Pili Navy is all created... Taoist priests, a ceremony of the Gods will be held in Guazhou Military Camp in a few days."

"The Great Ceremony of the Gods?"

"Is the deity of the brothers who died in battle?" Chen Dexing said, "Didn't the Analects say that if you kill yourself to achieve your benevolence? We military men don't know what kind of benevolence is, but it is better to become gods! Fighting the Northern Barbarians to kill you to become gods!"

"But I'm afraid that someone will discuss it in the court!" Taoist Ren frowned, "Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, only the officials can be named gods..."

Chen Dexing sneered: "Then let's not be a god for now. Can you go to heaven?

"Go to the Heavenly Court?" Taoist Ren thought carefully and nodded, "This should be OK. Whoever goes to the Heavenly Court and who enters the Underworld cannot control it."

"Then go to the Heavenly Court and the Paradise!" Chen Dexing gritted his teeth, "Kill the Tartars and go to the Heavenly Court!"

He looked at the Taoist priest with a bright look and said, "The Daming Temple will talk about this Tao from now on. The Tartars are demons and evil species, and we Han people are the remains of the Emperor of Heaven. The Han people kill the Tartars is the will of the Emperor of Heaven. The Tartars slaughter the Han people to harm the world. Anyone who kills the Tartars and dies in battle can go to the heaven court and enjoy the Pure Land forever!"

Well, this seems to have a bit of the meaning of X-sect... But then again, during the War of Resistance Against Japan, what scriptures did Chinese monks and Taoists recite? Do not kill, do not enter the world, and do not resist? In this way, the government will not be suppressed by traitors?

Taoist Ren thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, this can be said, you can add another place to the underworld, retreat in the last battle, and then go to the eighteen levels of hell!"

Chen Dexing nodded, "That's what it should be! Now that China has suffered a strange disaster that has not happened in 3,000 years, the demise of the Han family is right in front of him, what else can I worry about?" He looked around, "Where is Xiucai Kong?"

"Student Kong Yu, please see the guard." Kong Yu had not yet obtained the official position, but now he was the captain, and he came to welcome Chen Dexing, but he was at the end of the team. Hearing Chen Dexing call him, he hurried forward to salute.

"Do you still know how to write an article?" Chen Dexing asked with a smile at the dark young man in front of him.

Kong Yu was stunned for a moment and nodded, "The article... can be written."

"Okay, from today on, you will be a good teacher, but regardless of the confidentiality of the military, you will be responsible for the tabloids."

"Little... newspaper?" Kong Yu was stunned and stunned. There were no tabloids in Yangzhou City, only tabloids sold by merchants from Lin'an, and a few cents were sold in the study, and there were not many people reading them. Taboos are mainly aimed at scholars. Only Lin'an and Quanzhou, with rich cultural metropolis, can there be a market for tabloids to develop and prosper. Yangzhou's military men had the money to buy newspapers for drinking.

"Yes, I've published a tabloid, and the name is "Luoluo"."

"recovery?"

"Expel the Hulu and restore the Central Plains!" Chen Dexing suddenly raised his voice and delivered a speech on the dock, "When killing the Tartars, fighting the Northern Barbarians, you cannot rely solely on swords, but also on articles and propaganda. Our Song Dynasty has a population of ten times that of the Northern Barbarians. If everyone dares to die, everyone regards the Northern Barbarians as demons and enemies, and everyone can die with the Northern Barbarians like our Zeng Abao brothers, holding the Heavenly Thunder and Exploding together. Can the Northern Barbarians still be as arrogant as today?"

Of course, Zeng Abao is not a meat bullet, but Chen Dexing intends to package him as a great hero who died with the Northern Territory.

"cannot!"

The people gathered on the dock were shouting loudly.

"Kill the Tartars and go to the Heavenly Court!" Taoist Ren took the lead in yelling the slogan "Imperially appointed" by Chen Dexing.

The people below also yelled: "Kill the Tartars! Go to the Heavenly Court! Kill the Tartars! Go to the Heavenly Court!"

Chen Dexing waved his big hand with great momentum and said loudly: "Yes, that's it! As long as the Han people in the world are like you, fighting with the Tartars, and dying at the same time, and dying at the same time! The day of the Tartars' demise is just around the corner!"

His tone suddenly became deeper, and he waved his fists hard, with a look of regret: "But there are too few Han people like you. Looking at Jiangnan, there are singing and dancing everywhere, and peace and happiness everywhere. People in Jiangnan don't know that the difficulties of heaven are coming, and they don't know that the Tatars' butcher knife is about to kill them all! Tens of millions of people in Jiangnan are sleeping! We must wake them up, not only with our blood, but also with our pen. We must turn the cruelty of the Northern Captains, the bravery of our Pili Army soldiers, the miserable Han and the miserable of the Northern Territory, the destruction of the Tartars, and the destruction of our Chinese hearts, and tell all the Han people in the world.
Chapter completed!