Soldiers can rest in shifts, but the command center of the division headquarters is not so idle. The behavior of tens of thousands of people is not at all as easy as most ordinary people imagine.

Many people will draw vague judgments from their own life experiences, as if the commander gave the order, and the soldiers obeyed the order, and this is the whole truth of the matter.

But this is not the case. The difficulty of command increases dramatically as the number of troops increases. If you make a figurative analogy:

Commanding a squad of ten people is like commanding your own son.

Commanding a squadron of 100 people is like commanding your own wife.

Commanding a brigade of 1,000 people is like commanding your own mother-in-law.

What if you command a wing of 10,000 men? I'm sorry, but you're commanding 10,000 mothers-in-law.

In the classical period, when command was all about the voice, he could get an army of 100,000 people into action, and this was already a top general—even if he would lose every battle.

Song Xing's division is about 30,000 people, although this is already a modern army, and wireless communication is fast and smooth. But don't forget that he was a monk halfway through, and marching and fighting was not his specialty.

He was originally a small clerk of a courier company, and before he was sent to Binhai by the city lord of Guo Chang, he had only led a team of more than a dozen people at most.

But Sun Xiang's boss seems to think that Song Xing is a typical person, and he has been chasing ducks to the shelves and entrusting him with important tasks. During the clean-up operation in the coastal hinterland, Song Xing was pushed to the forefront, and now he is the main force of the vanguard commanding 30,000 troops, plus more than 2,000 cultivators.

So Song Xing and Song were so busy all day that when a walkie-talkie was put on his mouth and barely stopped, the adjutant changed the battery for him twice.

All sorts of strange things came to him.

At least fifty soldiers did not return when they opened from the Marina in the morning. Song Xing was careless, he didn't let the soldiers return a day in advance, and before leaving, the battalions found out that something was wrong.

can only open on the one hand, and send the overseer team to look for people everywhere. In the end, the overseers pulled out thirty-three soldiers from their homes, barracks, wardrobes, bars, sewers, and kiln sisters' bed.

After that, Yu Tianyu Division Headquarters politely sent a team of ten soldiers. These big soldiers of the Song Xing division were very magically following Yu Tianyu's division, but fortunately, because Tianyu was born in the army, he would not make such a low-level mistake.

The person was sent back to Song Xing with all beards and tails.

But five of the Overseers were missing......

All this fell in the eyes of the two gods sitting upright in the command car, and the two gods were Sun Xiang and Zhou Qingxue, who had been chatting. This is the real big boss, the embarrassed appearance of the entire division is in full view, and Song Xing is under great pressure.

It's even funnier when you're camping near sunset. Everything was well prepared, but it was the middle of winter, and the ground was frozen hard, and the soldiers were stunned by the sappers who could not cut through the dirt.

Then you can't drive piles to fix the tent.

Several well-connected battalion commanders immediately came to ask the division commander how to deal with it.

Song Xing was already under a lot of pressure, and he immediately panicked when he received the following instructions. His advisers immediately offered their advice.

Some said that if a team of cultivators came over, the cultivators would definitely be able to penetrate the frozen ground with their true elements.

Some say that you can boil a pot of boiling water and pour it on the ground to be piled, and the boiling water can melt the ice surface.

Anyway, everyone expressed their opinions and made a lot of noise.

Song Xing's eyes were fluttering, he couldn't make up his mind, and he was hesitant in the face of the battalion commander who came to report. He feared that his decisions would lead to unexpected mistakes, which he had already made many times today.

Sun Da, the head of the family on the side, finally couldn't stand it, and he and Zhou Qingxue were exchanging opinions on the issue of "folk singing of flowery sopranos". Zhou Qingxue covered her mouth and laughed wildly.

Sun Da is in charge, that is a person who has really seen the world. He personally participated in World War I and World War II, and had a long military experience under the famous Hindenburg and Zhukov. In terms of marching and fighting, Sun Da's way of doing things is unfathomable.

He waved his hand and asked Song Xing to stand aside, and walked up by himself and said lightly: "Soldier, report your number." ”

How could the officer not know that Sun Xiang was the big boss, and the other party immediately straightened up and said respectfully: "My lord, I am Pan Zhixing, the commander of the 14th Battalion, please instruct!"

"Pan Zhixing. ”

Sun Xiang nodded, raised his hand to rectify Pan Zhixing's discipline, and then roared at Pan Zhixing's face with a huge roar that could be heard ten miles away:

"Go back and figure it out for yourself!!"

If you have a big fart, you will come to the division headquarters to report, just like a pig.

The poor battalion commander fled from the headquarters in despair, and the entire division headquarters was silent. Only the head of Sun Da poured a cup of black tea and served it to Zhou Qingxue, continuing the topic that was interrupted by the stupid pig just now.

Sure enough, there were no idiots to disturb Yaxing, who was in charge of Sun Da, that night. To be a leader, especially the commander-in-chief of a huge army, you must not be meticulous - Zhuge Liang is so tired.

"You have to learn to believe, at least pretend to believe your men. When they really encounter a crisis that cannot be solved, they will make a judgment on whether to ask for help from the division. Sun Xiang took the time to pass on his experience to Song Xing.

Master Song Xing was overjoyed, thinking that he had obtained the true inheritance of the head of Sun Da, but the next day he was still turned on his back.

Most of the entire division rushed to Huaishan City at noon the next day. There, the gray-haired old city lord Guo prepared a small but elaborate welcome ceremony, and also organized almost all the elite forces in the city to join Song Xing's troops. He completely tied Huaishan to the chariot of Binhai.

Half a year ago, this discerning investment tycoon sent his right-hand men to Binhai, along with fifty other elite cultivators.

This gift can be described as a charcoal in the snow for Sun Xiang, so he reciprocated the favor. In the recent series of actions, there is no doubt that Huaishan City is one of the forces that has benefited the most.

This investment made a lot of money to the old city lord, but this investment was not annoying, and Sun Xiang had a good conversation with him. The last time the day brocade met, the two were just sonorous and didn't talk deeply.

The Song Xing Division rested again. Because the next day, the large army needed to go out of Huaishan City, cross the Wuyang River ten miles away, and officially enter the predetermined war zone. But the river crossing lasts at least a day. If you start at noon, the sun will set halfway through the crossing, which adds a lot of risk.

Most of the division made its final rest at Huaishan City, but some of the reconnaissance battalions were the first to set off and arrived at the preset ferry crossing on the Wuyang River. The river here is wide and the water is turbulent, which can be regarded as a heavenly moat for both humans and demon races.

Originally, there was a Huaishan bridge along with the opposite bank, and the solid bridge deck had eight lanes and could pass through tanks. But there seems to be a cheap fish demon in this river. They gnawed away at the reinforced concrete piers around the clock, and it took a year to finally destroy the awesome bridge.

This level of damage was not something that Wei Kaicheng's engineering troops could repair in three days and two nights. If the pier bearing columns were still there, he could still think of a way, but now he could only erect a temporary pontoon bridge.

Hundreds of cultivators protected the engineering troops of more than 2,000 people, and from time to time strange things sprang out of the river, and through the muddy water, it seemed that bad intentions could be seen.