It was so cold, so cold. Fang La, the vice president of the Eighth Brigade, kept shaking his body and stomping his feet frequently on the ground. He felt that the jacket he was living on was still cold.

But he still took the lead in gritting his teeth, dragging his somewhat stiff body, insisted on completing this round of patrols and inspections, and chose a position under a slope, and used more than a dozen short guns and tarpaulins to surround the temporary shelter, arranged the guard posts and patrols, and then he couldn't wait to wipe out a skin with still body temperature from his arms.

I unscrewed the plug and took a hard sip, then handed it over to the people next to me to pass it down and drink it. As the hot taste in my mouth faded, the brief numbness and anxiety of the taste buds came with a hot fire in my belly, thinking about the spread of my limbs and bones, which brought about the resuscitation of the body temperature.

It was clear that the frost and snow that had entered winter had become so cold before it even appeared. The flags and tarpaulins were blowing violently, and the cold air brought by the wind seemed to be soaked into the human bones. If it was until the real snow fell, it would not be frozen into a dog.

As most of Fang La's men, they are used to the warm and humid season in the south. Therefore, although there are repeated protective measures and countermeasures, various situations still occur. For example, those who catch colds and have headaches and fevers have never stopped.

Using a cultivated pepper or a large piece of vinegar and ginger becomes their daily service equipment to refresh their minds and prevent the cold and timid.

By comparison,

However, they were a little envious of the Japanese in the Ninth Battalion. It is said that they were all under the jurisdiction of the Dazaifu of Kitakyushu in Fusang Vanguard. They were used to the bitter, cold and barren place. Therefore, even in the winter near the north, they didn't look very afraid of the cold.

Because they were in the order of the auxiliary army, they were able to wear a collar, a snail or a half-body inlaid armor with reinforced iron pieces (of course, their short and short body can't afford it even if they have more armor). They just need to wrap their bodies in a felt blanket and they can grit their teeth and endure the cold and cracks of their hands and feet, and marching with weights or battalions without saying a word.

In fact,

Because of the sudden cold weather, as a guerrilla army with a large number of people in the south, the activity capabilities and range of activities of each battalion team have been reduced, and more rotation batches and frequencies have to be arranged.

The Northern Army, which was ahead, maintained a small-scale battle and was being pursued, was still alive and did not seem to have been greatly affected. At least after they were broken up, they still fled quickly, and the fierceness of the dragon spirit is a little beyond the reach of the world.

With such thoughts and busyness, several iron stove racks were placed on the ground from the back frame of the pack horse. As the oil-soaked charcoal turned red little by little, the flames illuminated the slightly bloody face.

The soldiers took out the food they carried, put it on the furnace wall and slowly heated it up. Then they put it on the large kettle trench that had handed over the soup and cooked it slowly. A short and quick battleground meal was completed. Although the taste was not very good, it was a blessing and enjoyment to be able to eat some hot food after trekking and patrolling in the cold wind for so long.

Compared to the hard ones that can grind teeth, you can only knock a piece of mouth and soften it in water, which is called "compressed cake" for military rations. Fang La actually prefers another type of thing called fried noodles in the army. Although it can easily turn into pieces due to long-distance carrying, it has enough oil and meat and taste, whether it is chewed or boiled in water.

It is even more beautiful if you add canned meat called "Die fears mother", shave slices and roast them on fire, and put a small packet of sauce and dehydrated vegetables. It is just that you don't have this kind of convenience.

In fact, as a military tradition and leisure fun, many people are reluctant to abandon the canned shells after eating them, but leave them as utensils for daily life such as teeth, rice, kettles, etc., or hand-made into various gadgets for exchange and collection.

Suddenly, when they came back to report something, Fang La, who had drunk alcohol and ate a few bites of hot food, suddenly picked up his weapon and led the team to check it out. After walking more than half a mile, they had already smelled the source of the stench that could not be concealed even in the cold weather.

Behind a mountain bun not far from the avenue, there were layers of corpses of different new and old, driving away the wild dogs and crow doves entrenched on it, revealing the scene of being bitten and eaten below.

Seeing this scene, Fang La claimed to have seen a battle formation in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and his face changed.

Because these corpses were stripped naked, representing their identity and no armored uniforms. Some of them had obvious signs of being burned by fire, while others were stripped away and then tied up and threw them in the wild, and died of coldness.

Obviously, I had suffered a lot of torture and abuse before my death.

"Send people to report to our team quickly..."

He shouted immediately.

"The rest of the people are on the spot to increase their vigilance,"

"The knife is sheathed and the crossbow is wound, and the gun is filled with medicine..."

"Beware of the Beilu nearby taking the opportunity to attack and capture"

“It’s raining…”

Suddenly someone shouted,

Fang La couldn't help but raise her head, feeling something cold and moist along the edge of the helmet and drip on her forehead, and she couldn't help but curse.

“It’s really unlucky…”

To be honest, he hates rain, especially all the military generals equipped with firearms, and the benefits of the soldiers hate rain, which means more effort is needed to protect and maintain those firearms to ensure sufficient firing rate.

For the troops responsible for seeking out the enemy, this intermittent rain made the road muddy, and it also somewhat confused the enemy's traces, which required more time and manpower to search again.

And the rain also became the cover of those fleeing enemy troops, who had a chance to breathe, and reorganized the system, and even tried to launch a small-scale counterattack.

It seemed as if it confirmed his idea. As the rain gradually became dense, it quickly approached the figure of Chuoyue, and the depressing shouts of killing broke through the cold air in an instant.

"But I deserve this credit..."

On the other side of the rain curtain, the thieves who once ravaged the waterways of the two rivers. Now Chao Jundu is a little excited and glamorous, and encourages the troops.

"The death period of these southern barbarians has arrived..."

"Under the rain, Nanni's firearms will no longer work..."

"The boys rushed over and rushed in front of them, and they had no choice but to do anything..."

After saying that, he turned to the leader of a small cavalry standing beside him.

"Please also ask General Hua's sharp shot to scoop the formation for me..."

General Hua nodded slightly, controlled the horse and stepped forward tightly, pulled out a large bow from the waterproof leather case, bent his arms like wheels and squinted their eyes, and saw a soothing sound, and the arrow came out like lightning, sinking into the rain.

He did this and after firing in a row, he saw the flag floating in the southern army shaking down in an uproar.

The valley between Songshan and Longmen Mountains, under the dilapidated Taiguguan City, the Central Army, which was replenished and strengthened, was also bathed in the continuous cold wind and drizzle.

The arduous attack has come to an end, so the temporary camp is full of sitting in front of the temporarily rising fire, waving hands and feet, and the choking sounds caused by wet wood...

"I need more things to keep warm..."

Wang Duanchen, who had just been promoted to commander-in-chief, also shook his head at the envoy who presented rewards in front of the army.

"Clothing, firewood, charcoal or oil, wine and plaster... everything is needed, the more the better"

"Last night, our army's injuries were hundreds more dead..."

"I have asked the soldiers of each battalion to demolish the households to prepare for winter wages..."

"The Beilu have already cleared the wilderness and strengthened the walls in the local area. No matter how much money you have to reward you, you will not raise much of the available items..."

"No matter it is something to keep warm or more reinforcements, there is no problem..."

The envoy also made a serious statement.

"Shi Shi has ordered the use of the entire road, and it is exclusively for your army's needs..."

"I just want you to get the Gu Pass as soon as possible..."

"At least before the East Road troops broke Zhengzhou..."

Speaking of this, the envoy lowered his tone and said
Chapter completed!