Liaodong.
Some bay.
A long line of ships dropped anchor there.
There was no port here, so they could only use small boats to ferry supplies and men ashore.
This made unloading supplies and personnel painfully slow.
So once some of the supply soldiers reached shore, they began using the lumber they had brought to build simple docks.
Even the crudest pier was ten times faster than hauling things back and forth by small boat.
As for why they had not seized a port, it was entirely because Wenren Sheng wanted to catch the enemy by surprise.
At present, the ports of Liaodong had not been occupied by the Jurchen. They were still in the hands of Dongjiang Town.
But at this time, in the second year of Chongzhen's reign, Mao Wenlong had already been killed by Yuan Chonghuan.
Dongjiang was unstable.
Looking closely at the late Great Ming, its mistakes were simply too numerous to count.
The Jurchen had made many, many mistakes as well.
But one side could no longer suck blood, while the other could still suck blood and recover. Strategically, victory and defeat had already been decided.
Wenren Sheng sat aboard the flagship. He was not wearing an official's robes today, but the blue attire of the Big Boss.
He was now meddling in Liaodong affairs as a great sea merchant and a maritime overlord.
He had no righteous cause for deploying troops.
So Dongjiang and the imperial court could not be allowed to know.
The Jurchen had already unified the Mongol*, and they had many cavalrymen.
Most were mounted infantry who fought in formation. They wore two layers of armor, while the elite wore three. Quite a few even used expensive silk as lining.
One had to know that once such things were damaged, they