Chapter 415 Storm Rising

Gan Ning's life in Jiangxia was quite comfortable. His only regret was that he could no longer sail a boat.

Seeing the prototype boat equipped with a racket swinging in front of my eyes every day, every request to drive it was rejected.

This feeling of being far behind made Gan Ning extremely depressed.

Fortunately, there were some acquaintances besides that, which allowed Gan Ning to regain the feeling of rushing back and forth on the river.

In addition to the impeccably polite General Zilong, who was stationed in Jiangxia, there were also some wounded and tired soldiers left behind when Gan Gui returned to rest. Among them were a small number of the eight hundred healthy soldiers who had followed Gan Ning.

It was also from their mouths that Gan Ning learned in more detail about everything Gan Gui had done in the past year.

Last year in the battle of Jingxiang, they risked their lives and crossed the Huishui River to transport grain and grass to Guan Yunchang. This year, they led a surprise attack on Jiangdong encirclement points to bring reinforcements and relieve the pressure on Jiangling.

During their free time between the two wars, they were also ordered to return to their hometown in Linjiang to worship their ancestors and report peace to their families.

At the same time, they were also ordered in the army to take the lead in literacy and set an example for the soldiers.

"The young general said that literacy is for...what is it for?"

Jianzu, whose hands were bandaged, meant to complain, but he suddenly couldn't remember mid-sentence.

"In order to be able to read Haiwen Illustrations in the future and become a powerful naval force under Duke Xuande."

Gan Ning shook his head and continued what the strong soldier said.

"Yes, yes! Hai Wen Tuzhi, I can't always remember this word."

The healthy soldier with the bandage on his hand looked overjoyed and said curiously:

"The general also knows?"

Of course Gan Ning knew.

Although the original intention of coming to Jiangxia was to meet his son and give Gan Gui peace of mind.

But the new ship in Jiangxia quickly aroused Gan Ning's interest, and further discussions with the shipwrights did not reveal much.

However, something the shipwright said casually during the chat made Gan Ning take it to heart.

The master craftsman said with longing that Duke Xuande would set up a shipyard in the east of the Yangtze River in the future and build a thirty-foot-long sea-going ship that could withstand strong winds, so that the sons of the Han family could sail it out to sea and make waves to measure the size of the world.

Gan Ning, who had fled from the east of the Yangtze River and had been floating on the sea for more than a month, was no stranger to the ocean. Its vastness was incomparable to the rivers, so Gan Ning could only treat it as a joke to win the boatman's heart.

After all, that's thirty feet!

The most common large stern boats in Jiangdong are only eight feet long.

He had also asked about the length of the Jingzhou giant boat now being controlled by his son Gan Gui. The thirteen-foot-long hull was already considered a giant.

Gan Ning couldn't even imagine how big the thirty-foot-long leading sea ship must be. And most importantly, who was going to hit such a giant ship?

So when talking to General Zilong of Jiangxia, Gan Ning also took the opportunity to make a joke and asked this question as a joke.

However, when faced with this problem, General Zilong, who had always been meticulous and colorless, had a face filled with longing as if he was remembering something, and finally affirmed:

"The purpose of building sea ships and building sea masters is to measure the size of the world."

Zhao Yun's serious and serious attitude actually made Gan Ning fall silent. Then he listened quietly to the white-robed general seriously briefly describe the simple plan of Xuande Gong and his military advisors for the early naval division. He finally finished his drink. After the tea had gone cold, I stood up and said goodbye.

Now when he heard his former subordinates talk about Hai Wen Tu Zhi, Gan Ning's mixed emotions hit him again.

When he was in Jiangling, he responded with ease when faced with Lu Su's teasing smile.

But in his heart, he looked down upon the situation of "father is more valuable than son".

He came to Jiangxia with the intention of seeking fame and fame, and he even imagined how he would refuse if the prefect here asked him to conquer Jiangdong.

But what they didn't expect was that the eyes of everyone under Duke Xuande had already skipped Jiangdong and cast their gaze to the vast sea farther away.

So all the entanglements about Jiang Dong and Sun Hou that were swirling in my mind finally turned into a sigh:

Why should I care about the dry bones in the grave?

"General? General?"

The healthy soldier, whose injured arm was still hanging on his chest, waved his good left hand in front of Gan Ning, interrupting his general's meditation.

Gan Ning laughed at himself: Why has he been as sentimental as Lu Zijing since he entered Jiangxia?

The smile returned to Gan Ning's face, and he changed into a more comfortable posture and asked:

"What did you just say?"

The wounded soldier's face was a little blushing with embarrassment, but he still insisted and whispered:

"I just asked, does the general want to go to sea? If so, I want to follow the general again."

Gan Ning pondered for a moment, and it was not difficult to guess the thoughts of his former subordinates. Most of them did not have any objections to Gan Gui.

Seriously speaking, these eight hundred warriors have almost watched Gan Gui grow up. Although they are following Gan Ning's orders, there is still a vague barrier after all, especially now that Gan Ning has also left Jiangdong.

And on the other hand, his son has now participated in two battles in a row. In terms of dazzling performance, he is no longer inferior to him, and he also has prestige.

At this time, it is appropriate to use this prestige to unite people's hearts, gather strong soldiers, and forge a personal army that can be commanded like an arm.

As a result, the closest thing to Gan Gui now is this group of close soldiers who are like uncles. Although these veterans cannot accurately explain the various stakes, they are still keenly aware of a hint of embarrassment.

This time of contemplation did not last long, and finally Gan Gui smiled at the somewhat embarrassed expression of her former boss:

"It's simple, so it's okay."

Then he patted his old boss on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Not only you, but also other brothers who are willing to return here, come here."

The wounded soldiers and the old soldiers next to them were all happy, but then they heard Gan Ning's next sentence:

"When we get together again, I will supervise you to learn to read and write, learn the sea text map, and set sail in the future!"

These words also made the faces of the old soldiers around them freeze quickly, and they saw a trace of bitterness on each other's faces.

Gan Ning laughed, and he knew that his old subordinates were lazy in reading and writing. At this time, he wanted to escape from Gan Gui because he was forced to learn to read and write.

But unfortunately, Gan Ning did not intend to let it go, and planned to use more severe means to make these old brothers learn to read, so that he could seize the opportunity to go to sea with his son.

After expressing all the thoughts in his heart, Gan Ning became high-spirited again:

Since Lord Xuande can live in Guanzhong and overlook the Liaohai, why can't Gan Xingba try to make a name for himself as a Jinfan pirate again?

At the same time, in Yizhou's Buwei City, Wu Yi sat in the hall with a big horse and a golden sword, watching the native chief under his feet bow his head respectfully, and then presented a silk book with a signature and seal to represent his surrender, and there was a young man kneeling beside him.

Sima Yi next to him approached Wu Yi and said that the young man was indeed the son of the chief.

Sima Yi's face was also full of dust at this time.

After sending Zhang Yi away, Wu Yi ignored his objection and forced him to lead the army from Dianchi Lake to the west.

With the blessing of the powder, the miasma that was once exaggerated and terrifying never troubled the Yizhou army again. The local natives could only escape into the mountains and forests and beg the gods to kill these people.

But under Sima Yi's pleasant promise and Wu Yi's stern intimidation, there were always native chiefs who chose to join them and led the Yizhou army to find those neighbors again.

At this time, Buwei City was the last big city in the southwest of Yizhou. The pacification of this place also meant that the entire Yizhou, after experiencing the arbitrary dictatorship of Liu Yan and his son, returned to the Han Dynasty again, and the land of the state was restored to its integrity.

As usual, Wu Yi also asked coldly:

"Have you ever seen something that was introduced from the Southwest Yi Road, and its flowers are like cotton?"

Such a conversation has happened too many times, and Wu Yi himself did not have any hope.

But this time was different. After listening to the translation, the native leader tried hard to recall it, and then nodded desperately.

Wu Yi was stunned for a moment, and then overjoyed.