The Great Seminary

Chapter 154 Lost

In the wild ocean in January, the crow wind howls.

Hailstones the size of a baby's fist fell along with snowflakes all over the sky.

The extreme cold brought about even freezing the salty sea surface.

But under such bad weather conditions, a large ship was still trying to maintain its balance in the sea and struggling forward.

We drove on like this with great difficulty for a while.

Suddenly, an undercurrent emerged from the seabed.

It was like an invisible giant hand throwing the ship up into the air.

When it fell, it happened to hit a piece of floating ice that was a hundred feet in radius, breaking it into several pieces.

Then we saw that we were back on the sea, with dozens of huge turtle feet and fins extending from both sides of the floating ship.

It seems quite slow, but in fact it can slide two or three times in one breath, resisting the undercurrent.

In the bow rudder cabin.

Zhang Gui pressed down the brass turtle on the steering wheel with both hands and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Hold on!"

“How come it’s stable?

"Yang Longhu, I already knew your boat handling skills were so poor, I, I, I..."

Lu Zhenduan, who was born in the northern part of the Ming Dynasty, had never suffered such hardship during his journey from Tianjin Prefecture to East Guangdong Province on the huge Dragon Fish ship.

Coupled with the terror of encountering a big storm at sea and feeling that one's life and death are out of control, he couldn't help but complain.

But he is not an unreasonable person after all.

Thinking about how urgent the situation was and how it was his idea to go to Xianrong Island, he was speechless.

As the temporary captain and helmsman of the large iron turtle mechanical ship under his feet, Zhang Gui used to travel back and forth between the open sea and the mainland all day long.

But it all depends on divine power to teleport.

The opportunities I have had to sail at sea are no more than the number on my hands, and I have never encountered such a terrible storm at sea.

So I didn't take Lu Zhenduan's complaints to heart.

“I was indeed careless this time.

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

In the past two or three years, he had been awakening his divine clusters and practicing martial arts smoothly, becoming a 'Cing Shao' cultivator, and he felt that he knew everything.

Arrogant enough to underestimate the 'Navigator'..."

"Yeyang, Yeyang, look, have we reached Xianrong Island?"

Lu Zhenduan was originally feeling admiration when listening to Zhang Gui's self-reflective and humble apology.

After all, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, pushed by the times to rise from a common child to a high position, and becoming powerful, he will most likely become arrogant.

However, there are very few people who can reflect on this and admit it frankly. It is no exaggeration to say that they are one in a thousand.

Suddenly, I saw a vast coastline in front of me, and I couldn't help but point forward and shout excitedly.

Zhang Gui, who had better eyesight, nodded affirmatively upon hearing this.

“Yes, Lao Lu, you don’t have to panic anymore.

Xianrong Island is right before our eyes.”

Only then did Lu Zhenduan feel relieved and burst into laughter.

“That’s good.

But no matter what the future holds, we have already overcome the first hurdle.

After arriving at Sichuan Ginseng Port, hey, where is Sichuan Ginseng Port?

"have no idea.

Didn't I just say that I underestimated the ability of the 'Navigator'?

It’s because we’re lost.”

Zhang Gui said casually, “But there’s no need to panic too much.

After the 'Water Curtain Sea Chart' approached the coast, it was no longer disturbed by the Great Crow Wind.

Now I can see the route clearly.”

"Xiaoyang, were you just walking around aimlessly in the storm?"

"The approximate location of Xianrong Island can still be determined.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to successfully arrive now." Faced with such an explanation, Lu Zhenduan was speechless and his face fell.

In the silence.

The big iron turtle mechanical boat slowly arrived at the coastline of Xianrong Island.

Although it is difficult to find a natural harbor that can safely moor large ships.

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

But the best feature of the Iron Turtle mechanical ship was finally revealed.

The turtle's feet and flippers on both sides of the bottom of the boat are stretched out to the maximum extent.

The turtle's feet pressed against the shallows near the shore, half floating and half walking.

The turtle fins slid forward very slightly, ensuring the minimum speed of the mechanical ship.

“You never know until you try, and you’ll be surprised when you try.

I was wondering why the Iron Turtle Mechanical Ship was so valuable.

It turns out that the saying, "Every wild island is a good harbor, with easy supplies, just like a giant tortoise that stays in its humble place and prolongs its life," is applicable in this situation.

No wonder, if you encounter a shipwreck or accidentally stray off course, you can just find an island and anchor and sail away freely and safely."

"Was this helpful?"

Lu Zhenduan, who was from the inland north, asked curiously.

“Although I am not from a maritime family, I grew up by the sea.

I have heard many stories about cargo ships that, in order to meet the time of year or the season, forced their way into shallow ports, only to accidentally run aground, resulting in the ship being destroyed and people being injured.

Not to mention the lessons learned from those times when ships ran aground on wild islands for various reasons, leaving the entire ship trapped and dying of exhaustion.

At times like this, you can never be afraid of being stranded. Do you think it would be 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 another free gain.”

Just as he was feeling pleasantly surprised, he discovered that a scene of fighting appeared on the already very clear and stable 'water curtain sea map'.

About a hundred cavalrymen were surrounding several hundred infantrymen who were formed into a formation, shooting and killing them guerrillas.

It can be seen that although the number of people is small, the cavalry who have the upper hand in the situation are the Baiyang Borqin people, a vassal state of Yuanshan.

The infantry, which outnumbered the others, could be seen in rows of seven, and they should be the Ming-Song troops.

In addition, there were some archers hidden in the formation, waiting for an opportunity to snipe the Baiyang Borqin cavalry.

It was because of their presence that the entire infantry unit was not left vulnerable to attack.

I could barely fight back and forth with the cavalry.

At this time, Lu Zhenduan also discovered the existence of this small battlefield and said hurriedly:

"Yanglonghu, there's a battle ahead!"

Zhang Gui nodded and said with great expertise:
“Well, it should be a small-scale encounter.

I have seen in pictures that the Borqin people would hang a long piece of felt woven from white wool behind their heads.

So those cavalrymen should be the Baiyang Borqin people.

Then the Ming and Song soldiers formed a "seven-seven formation", so there is no need to say who the infantry were.

As for the archers, they use bows and arrows instead of crossbows.

When shooting, it is not a "far upward shot" but a slight pressure on the arrow tip.

This must be a habit left over from Han Li's ancestors' fishing, so they must be a group of Han Li archers."

"What should we do? Can you help our people?"

The combat power of a 'Bing Shao' seventh-grade cultivator of average level on the battlefield can be converted into three small stars, or twenty-one light cavalry in formation.

The "Xiaoxing" is a unique organization of the Ming and Song dynasties, and its combat power is similar to that of the Baiyang Borqin Ten-Man Team.

After all, no matter how bad the plain farming people are at riding and shooting, the Ming-Song Empire still has more of a great power style than the vassal states of Yuanshan.

The weapons and equipment of the two are simply incomparable.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the seven Ming and Song soldiers of "Yi Xiaoxing" are on par with the ten Baiyang Borqin barbarians.

Then the three small stars are equivalent to three Aries Borchin cavalry squadrons.

There were about a hundred Aries cavalrymen on the scene, so theoretically they could really overpower Zhang Gui, who was one of the few strongmen.

(End of this chapter)