There are two things in front of Ye Cong's eyes. First things first, he needed to find a master for the five hundred fiery war bear mounts. The second thing is to lead a force that can fight to support Song Xing.

Of course, he could first arm a battalion of soldiers with the War Bear mount, and then ride the War Bear to the aid of Huludui. Unfortunately, it wasn't taken that for granted. First of all, it will take a little time to confess the Lord with blood. And everyone has never ridden a horse, and the novice does not know how much time it will take to toss on the road.

So Ye Cong recruited He Wenxiang, the commander of the 11th Battalion, who was his old subordinate when he was the squad leader of the Binhai City Defense Army. Ye Cong assigned these mounts to He Wenxiang to toss slowly, but asked He Wenxiang to immediately dispatch half of his troops to accompany him to help Huludui.

The line of defense of the 11th Battalion was close to the division headquarters, but it was almost an hour's march from Huludui. There are some garrison battalions closer to Songxing, but they are not old camps in Binhai and are not very reliable.

The matter needed to be done as soon as possible, and the group hurriedly started the jeep. However, Xu Yishan generously gave them his car. She said that she needed to wait for Uncle Sun Xiang here, and she didn't need it for the time being.

Xu Yishan's car is the huge mechanical centipede coiled at the door, to be honest, it's really scary to travel in this thing. It is psychologically difficult for humans to accept myriapods, even if they know that they are made of steel.

Surprisingly, this long worm is quite stable to run, its interior is comfortable, and there is a soft sofa in the shape of an evil god. It seems that the keyboard has really put a lot of effort into pleasing Xu Yishan.

However, such a big guy ran all the way in the military area, which inevitably caused a riot, and everyone thought that there was some monster mixed in the defense line. Not long after he hit the road, no less than three cultivators who were patrolling and scouting jumped out and tried to kill them.

In the end, Ye Cong had to give up the comfortable carriage and stand alone on the head of the mechanical centipede to blow cold wind. As soon as someone approached, he gave a dignified military salute. The guys who were about to fight saw the deputy division commander and quickly put down their weapons, thinking that the division commander Ye's car was so windy.

The mechanical centipede was so fast that it flew up, and when it reached the line of defense of the 11th battalion, the fighters were eating lunch.

The expeditionary force has food trucks, and everyone eats hot meals. The front-line soldiers are very hard, not only have to guard against the elusive demon clan, but also have to build fortifications day and night, and the physical consumption is quite large.

In order to ensure combat effectiveness, the food supply of the expeditionary force was based on the amount of food to be supplied, not to mention meat, eggs, and milk, but basically all the output in the rear went to the front line. For this reason, all the rear cities such as the coastal area were rationed, and the residents had to cut back on food and clothing for the time being.

However, the frugality did not arouse public dissatisfaction, because the good news from the front line was continuously transmitted to the rear through the radio, and everyone was satisfied with eating chaff and vegetables. Such is the case with the mass psyche, where the desire for victory is definitely more than a couple of broths. As long as you are winning, the public will have the honor to forget about their own suffering for a while. Of course, if you lose, all the discontent will erupt in a concentrated manner.

However, although the logistics were sufficient, there was still a big difference in supply between ordinary soldiers and cultivators. The soldiers ate meat and vegetarian food, but they were all big pot rice. The place where you eat, that is, on the box in front of the tent. As for several cultivators, Shi Shiran sat around in the movable board room and ate small stoves, and there was a chef who specially served them for stir-frying.

Although everyone is fighting on the same front, the gap caused by spiritual talent will never really disappear.

This is the age of Reiki.

The battalion commander He Wenxiang gave the order to assemble urgently, and the soldiers pulled a few mouthfuls of the Chinese food in their mouths, and all the staff were in place in less than two minutes. Including those few cultivators who accompanied the army, they were also equally efficient.

Ye Cong was satisfied with the discipline of the 11th Battalion, which was Binhai's own soldiers. This expedition was a joint operation of various cities, and the level of military quality was uneven. Most of them are okay, but some of the rear cities have not experienced the baptism of war, which is really hard to say.

He ordered half of his men to remain in the defensive line, while the other half marched with him to Huludui.

No more people can be drawn, and the defense line of the 11th battalion is also more important. The demon general Jian Tong's behavior is strange, maybe it is the Northern Army's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain. Perhaps they were premeditating a large-scale operation in other directions.

He Wenxiang dispatched two companies of 300 people to set off, and the rest were not disbanded, but took over the newly arrived mechanical war bear on the spot.

In the next march, Ye Cong and the others couldn't drive the centipede all the way, because the soldiers' feet were not so fast. The mechanical centipedes had to follow the flanks of the troops slowly, sometimes speeding up to scout suspicious locations ahead.

Deputy Division Commander Ye temporarily served as a scout, and he was known for his caution when he was in the city defense army. Now he is in a high position, but his old business has not been left behind.

Beyond the defensive line, it was already an engagement zone, and there were murderous planes all around. The 11th Battalion's march was originally a large jungle, but it has now been scorched by incendiary shells. The sturdy trees had been burned to bare, charred stakes, and some were still billowing with smoke. Occasionally, you can see a few charred black wooden stakes that are particularly thick but twisted, creeping and burned, which are the dryads that have not had time to escape.

The ground was covered with a finger's thick ash of ashes. As a result of the fire, the frozen ground beneath the ashes was melted, and it was muddy to walk on it, and it was painful to walk on it.

Humans have always been so good at destruction.

Ye Cong didn't care about the neat and straight military uniform on his body, he half-knelt in the mud, and pulled out half a palm-sized scale from the ashes. It seems to have fallen off from a monster. He pulled out the orichals dagger from his waist and approached the fragment. The dagger did not emit blue light, this scale fell off for a long time, and the demonic energy had been dissipated.

"What did you find?"

Xu Zheng cautiously jumped off the mechanical centipede and asked casually.

"No, I didn't find it. ”

Ye Cong threw away the scales in his hand and looked around. After making sure that there was nothing suspicious, the mechanical centipede set off again.

Xu Zheng hugged his chest and watched Ye Cong scrape off the sludge on his clothes with a dagger and throw it aside. She felt that after entering the battlefield, Ye Cong's momentum became a little different. I can't tell the truth. After looking at it for a while, she suddenly asked, "If there is really a big demon ambush nearby, the cultivators in the team should sense it before you." Your caution doesn't mean much. ”

"Sometimes it works. Ye Cong smiled confidently, "Many times, the danger does not come from the demon clan. Once, I saved the life of a practitioner because of it. ”

Reporter Xu Zheng's eyes lit up, and he took out his small notebook: "Can you tell me this story?"

"It's a pleasure, but we have to talk as we work. ”

Ye Cong jumped off the mechanical centipede again, and he found some suspicious points again. Xu Zheng hurriedly followed behind him.

The two were silent about the previous quarrel.

After some searching, Ye Cong did not find the demon clan in ambush, but found a team of soldiers from the 6th battalion. They drove several cars with a dozen wounded on board. The clothes on the wounded were all shattered, and some of them were almost cut in half. It does seem to be an uphill battle.

"It's still fighting ahead, but that demon general should be dying. The leading soldier stopped the car and reported to Ye Cong, "These brothers are too seriously injured to hold on, and the battalion commander asked us to send them to the field hospital first." ”

"The field hospital at the division headquarters is already crowded, and you can't be saved if you send it there. Ye Cong pointed in another direction, "There is also a temporary hospital over there in Chaikou, go there and try your luck." ”

The soldier thanked and left, and Ye Cong raised his eyes to look ahead.

It seems that it is not far off.