Mu Xiu is back. He not only trained a very experienced fleet, but also became familiar with several routes in the surrounding waters.

Gu Qingcheng took out a huge map.

This was specially drawn by a craftsman based on the satellite maps of later generations and the actual situation of this world.

Very detailed and very accurate.

From mountains and rivers to points on the sea, everything is drawn.

The map is so large that it can fill up an entire room.

Gu Qingcheng was only wearing footwear and stepped on the map. She held a pointer in her hand and gestured at the location of the coast.

"Brother Mu, how about this route?"

"How many men, horses, provisions, and weapons can the fleet transport at most?"

Gu Qingcheng actually had a rough estimate in her mind, but she still wanted to ask a professional to give her the exact answer.

"Your Majesty, it is summer now, and the winds at the seaside are mostly southeast and south."

"The fleet is sailing from south to north, with the wind at its back, so it can be much faster."

Mu Xiu had just returned from a voyage and was very familiar with the monsoon conditions at sea.

He looked carefully at the destination pointed out by Gu Qingcheng and linked the point on the map with the specific location in his mind.

He had a very concrete idea of ​​it.

"At the fastest, it will take fifteen days; at the slowest, it will take twenty days."

Mu Xiu secretly twisted his fingers, taking into account all factors such as the speed of the treasure ship, the speed of the monsoon wind, and the distance between the two ports, and gave a relatively accurate answer.

As for Gu Qingcheng's other question, he also thought about it carefully.

"Each treasure ship can accommodate a thousand people, and the fleet currently has thirty treasure ships."

Therefore, if the entire fleet is dispatched, it can carry 30,000 people at a time.

"Thirty thousand people."

Gu Qingcheng sighed slightly.

In an era without industrialization, relying solely on manpower is still too limited.

The idea of ​​transporting troops through sea routes is actually too idealistic.

In reality, there are too many problems in operation.

Gu Qingcheng doesn't need to worry about the loss of money. Well, the silver on a certain small island has become Gu Qingcheng's purse.

Relying on this huge silver mine, Gu Qingcheng could afford a huge fleet of treasure ships and could also squander it again and again.

"Fortunately, we don't need too many troops this time. We only need a special force to launch a surprise attack!"

Gu Qingcheng had already made a plan, and Mu Xiu's answer only made her more certain.

…

Pingcheng.

Half a year later, Yuwen Heng met his father Yuwen Song.

He knelt down as soon as he saw her without any hesitation.

"Father, I, your unfilial son, have come to confess my sins!"

Yuwen Heng was very decisive, kneeling down and confessing his guilt in one go.

Yuwen Song sat in the main seat with his horse and sword, staring at Yuwen Heng with his tiger eyes.

"Confess? What do you mean? What did you do wrong?"

"I'm an unfilial son! I'm too smart! I shouldn't have sent troops south without permission..."

Yuwen Heng can really take it and let it go.

Especially in front of his father, he took the initiative to abandon all his self-esteem and pride.

However, Yuwen Heng did not simply admit his mistakes or show weakness.

He enumerated his faults and then said something that was still a "secret":

"However, my son did not gain nothing from this battle with the Southern Dynasty!"

"My son was indeed defeated, but he was not defeated by the Gu family or the riverside defenders. Instead, he was defeated by a divine artifact—"

As he spoke, Yuwen Heng took out a half-broken porcelain bottle from his arms.

The porcelain vase is not big, about the size of an adult woman's fist.

This half of the porcelain bottle does not seem to have been broken, and there are traces of fire on the broken end.

"This is?"

Yuwensong didn't understand.

He had no idea why his son was so serious about bringing back such a piece of junk.

"Heng, you're not trying to tell me that your defeat a few months ago was related to this thing?"

"Father, please don't underestimate this small porcelain bottle."

"It's not ordinary porcelain. It's filled with something. If you get hit by it, it will explode with a loud bang..."

When he said the word "explosion", Yuwen Heng's face instantly became a little ugly.

There was a flash of fear in his eyes.

He seemed to recall some horrible scene, and even now he was still frightened.

Yuwen Song became a little curious.

His son, who was only a little over ten years old and only slightly taller than a war horse, started going to the battlefield.

The battlefield has always been cruel and bloody.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and wailing was heard everywhere.

Wherever you stepped, you would see either corpses or scattered heads and broken limbs.

For ordinary people, this is a place more terrifying than hell.

Yuwen Heng had long been accustomed to it.

Having experienced the real battlefield and known the true cruelty, Yuwensong believed that brave generals like them would not be afraid of anyone or anything.

But the eldest son in front of him had a look of fear on his face. Yuwen Song was sure that his son was not cowardly, but had really encountered a situation more terrifying than the battlefield.

"Father, you haven't seen it with your own eyes, so you don't know the power of this explosion."

"If it was a close combat, a fight with real swords and guns, my son wouldn't be so afraid."

"That's not the case! You don't even need to disarm it at close range. Just throw it over and it'll explode into pieces."

"People were blown away, and war horses were blown to pieces. The soldiers who were affected were either burned or had their limbs mutilated..."

Yuwen Heng did not exaggerate, but told his experience truthfully.

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