Wang Gui nodded heavily, without hesitation, and turned around to order: "Tugboat!"

Upon hearing the order, a small steamer that had been waiting in front of the dock near the town's port immediately started its water wheel and gently sailed towards the open-air dock. Then, under the nervous gaze of everyone, it used inertia to rush up the wooden slope that was not found in ordinary docks, exposing the bottom of the ship.

If you continue looking down, you will find that this wooden slope actually runs through half of the town, and there is a wooden path connecting it in the distance.

Inertia seems huge and heavy, but it is ultimately no match for gravity. Under certain circumstances, gravity will eventually be hindered by friction, but human power can overcome nature.

Sure enough, although the speed of the ship was getting slower and slower, it finally kept the steering wheel straight and rushed up the gentle slope. And with a slight sway of the bow, it finally turned slightly upward and stopped at the end of the dock.

Seeing this, the laborers who were pedaling the boat and the helmsman came down together. At the same time, more laborers who had been waiting for a long time also swarmed up. They tied ropes barefoot around the muddy boat, fixed objects, and laid rolling logs in front. But after a moment of preparation, they scattered again, trying to drag the boat onto the wooden path in front like pulling a boat... They had done several experiments before and knew what to do.

However, what was astonishing was that hundreds of laborers and countless livestock, both horses and oxen and mules, all struggled westward, but for some reason, they were still unable to drag the small steamer, so that everyone was frustrated and at a loss.

Zhang Rong and Wang Gui, the two people who made the decision, were equally dumbfounded, but also anxiously sweating profusely... It had worked before, so why not now? If this didn't work, wouldn't Xiao En's trip to Yuancheng really be a waste? Should we call a halt? If this didn't work, Wang Gui would be Yue Fei's brother, so he wouldn't be afraid of military law?

In the midst of everyone's panic, Zhang Rongqiang tried to remain calm. He simply unbuttoned his cotton jacket, put it on his shoulders, and stood with his hands on hips. Wang Gui, as the executor, was helpless. On the one hand, he asked people to check the boat to see if there was anything stuck. On the other hand, he called the leader of the laborers and scolded them to work hard, and at the same time, he asked people to call more laborers.

When Wang Gui finished scolding, the civilian leaders were ready to disperse and try again with different expressions. Under the torch, Zhang Rong suddenly raised his hand and called to one of them:

"Don't go!"

The man was startled and quickly turned around and bowed.

"I remember you, the captain who always followed our navy, right?" Zhang Rong looked at him seriously. "I saw you wanted to say something just now? Do you know what's wrong?"

The leader of the civilians, Zhou Bin, had not yet responded when Wang Gui looked at him seriously, which frightened him so much that he lowered his head again.

"General Wang, don't scare them." Zhang Rong stamped his feet. "These soldiers are all from the military settlements on the banks of the Yellow River. They are either retired brothers or have suffered from war. If you act like this, they will either be dissatisfied or very scared!"

Wang Gui turned around awkwardly, but couldn't help but stop three or four steps away to see Zhang Rong coming to ask in person.

As expected, as soon as Wang Gui left, Zhou Bin said carefully and seriously: "Jiedu... I was just thinking that it might not be something that got stuck, nor that we don't have enough strength, but there is a military order today not to make loud noises, plus it's cold at night, people are distracted, so their strength is scattered. If we can shout slogans, we can definitely pull it on the road with just one boat."

Wang Gui was still puzzled and thought that this person was talking nonsense, but Zhang Rong and several old brothers from Liangshanpo beside him came from certain backgrounds and knew that this person had hit the nail on the head. They were immediately relieved and went to see Wang Gui together.

Wang Gui still didn't believe it, but after a while, the people who went to check the ship came back and just said that there was no problem. Zhang Rong looked at him coldly again, but he could only try his best.

Soon, the ban was lifted and Zhou Bin was appointed as the commander here.

As a result, Zhou Bin was too cautious. After the laborers and the animals were ready, he ran over to ask, "Excuse me, Commander-in-Chief, who should take charge?"

Wang Gui became more and more impatient, so he pointed at Zhou Bin and asked him to do it.

But at this moment, Zhang Rong, who had been impatient for a long time, suddenly stopped pretending, and threw his cotton jacket to the ground, walked down in his cowhide carved boots, and directly snatched the rope from the slightly older civilian in the muddy water, and turned around and said: "Do you recognize me, Zhang Rong of Liangshanpo? I, Zhang Rong, will sing the song! Do you know how to sing the song of Liangshanpo in Jingdong?!"

Wang Gui and other members of the Imperial Camp's front army, as well as countless civilians, were all stunned. On the other hand, the Imperial Camp's navy, from top to bottom, had no reaction at all and just burst into laughter.

But Zhang Rong was of such a good temper that he didn't care about the reactions of people around him. After hearing the laughter and angrily scolding, he started singing.

That’s right, the horn is meant to be sung, not shouted, but the tone is long and the emphasis is emphasized, making it easier for everyone to work together.

Wang Gui stood there in a daze, his mind blank. Although he had lived in Jingdong for almost ten years, it took him half a day to understand the lyrics.

As the saying goes:

"I was sweating all over at the sound of the call,

I get braver when I hear the call.

A rope is nine feet and three meters long.

Fathers and sons, generation after generation, shoulder the responsibility.

The government asked for the flower and stone tribute.

One gang means ten large ships.

The boat went from Jiangnan to Henan.

It requires hundreds of thousands of trackers.

I walked through the two capitals but no one asked,

Who knows that the boatman is so cold in his heart..."

This song is definitely inappropriate for use now, but it is definitely useful, because when Zhang Rong sang the number ten, hundred, thousand, the ship had successfully left the dock and landed on the flat wooden road at the rear. The wooden road was full of prepared rolling logs. When the ship was pressed with the rolling logs, the workers immediately felt much more relaxed.

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