Major Woodley led a group of young men to the north bank of the Long River.

He is only 28 years old this year, and one of the consequences of the expansion of the Nationalist Army is that its officers are generally relatively young, and colonel-level officers around 30 years old abound.

And the officers behind him were younger than him, one of them, a lieutenant named Daniel Davis, who had just passed his twenty-first birthday.

This group of thirty Genoese National Army officers, led by Major Woodley, will go to the front line in Sinoe Province to observe.

Shino Province is a province in the north of the Yangtze River, known for its vast territory and fertile land, but today it is rarely cultivated by people. The former Warri is overgrown with weeds, and rabbits and birds are infested with it.

A group of civilians were transporting food to the front line, shirtless and pushing and pulling vehicles entirely by hand, with ribs visible on their bodies.

For these civilians, transporting military supplies is a heavy burden, but they have no choice because they need the job to support their families.

The midsummer sun was very scorching, and some people fainted from heat stroke, and the officers who escorted them screamed and cursed, and still ordered people to carry those who fainted to a cool place.

The officer of the Genoese National Army, who also doubled as a liaison officer, came to greet him as a major named Nicolas Sherman of the Western Front Command.

Major Sherman was accustomed to this, and he urged everyone to get to the next place before dark, or they would have to sleep in the wilderness.

But the Genoese Dulema stopped and watched. Daniel jumped off his horse and came to the fainted civilian, whose companion was pouring water into the mouth of the unfortunate.

"You can't do this, get out of the way. Daniel pushed the man in front of him away.

Daniel took out the kettle hanging from his waist and, with the help of two civilians, poured water into the mouth of the unfortunate.

"It's light salt water, which is very useful for people who suffer from heat stroke, and if you drink a lot of plain water, it will hurt him. "You put him on his back, strip him of his clothes, wipe him with a wet towel, especially his armpits, neck and inner thighs, and fan him to cool him down as soon as possible." ”

Major Woodley approached, and he pulled out a small wooden box from his pocket containing something like clotted grease, and he picked a little with his fingernails and rubbed it on the temples of the heatstroke civilian.

In the nick of time, the heatstroke man woke up slowly, and his companions cheered.

"What kind of medicine is this?" asked Major Sherman curiously.

"Cool oil, do you want to try it? It's very comfortable to apply on the skin, and it has a cool feeling. "It's a must-have medicine for us Southerners in the summer, and it's effective in dealing with mosquito bites, refreshing the mind, and preventing heat stroke." ”

"Is it really that good?" said Major Sherman, surprised, "I hadn't heard of it before. ”

"I didn't hear about it a few years ago. Woodley laughed, "It's a new drug." ”

Woodley winked, and someone brought a cloth bag full of cool oil: "This is a worthless specialty of Genoa, I think it will be of some use in a summer like this, please take it, Major." ”

"Thank you very much. Major Sherman happily took it.

It's nothing more than a small invention by Sean. There are a lot of mosquitoes in the southern summer, and Sean happened to see the mountain keeper who took care of Rocky Mountain for him smeared something strange on his body, which is said to be effective against mosquito bites.

So, Sean had people try to improve the recipe and then "invented" the cooling oil. It's a great gem at home and outdoors, and the biggest advantage is that it's extremely inexpensive, and people quickly discover that it has many other wonderful uses.

After getting the benefits, Sherman's face, which had been tense, became pleasant, and his words were much kinder.

This group of Genoese officers really made him jealous, he became an officer without hair on his mouth, he was nearly fifty years old before he became a major staff officer, and what was even more annoying was that the salary of Genoese officers of the same rank was nearly half more than his.

Major Woodley also deliberately drew closer to the Sherman major, and he didn't want the group to be either locked up like a canary or left unattended.

On the departure from Daguerre, His Excellency the Honorable Commander personally summoned him and asked him not only to bring the officer corps with him, but also to give him a detailed report from the front.

How this report was written, the commander did not explain. This gave Major Woodley some headaches. Although he also came from a staff officer and dealt with various reports on a daily basis, this was the first time for him to write an article with a certain strategic height concerning the overall situation of the war as an observer.

Fortunately, there was Daniel Davis, a young man of aristocratic background who was extremely familiar with the written word, and when he graduated from the Royal Military Academy, he graduated with a good third place in the school, which was shocking.

Besides, Daniel's relationship with His Excellency the Commander is not ordinary, and if he dares to fool around, he will definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

In fact, unlike Major Woodley, who always wanted to write a good report that perfectly reflected his good military qualities and the overall situation or even strategy, Daniel's diary report began to be written from the moment he set foot on the land of the province of Hinor:

"June 21st, sunny, hot and windless. ”

"I set foot on the land of Shinorr with excitement, which brought me closer to the battlefield. Across the river, the very little arbor-covered land in the north is like a big steamer, and I dare say it's hotter than Genoa. If it weren't for the appearance of the military, I would have wanted to go bare-chested. ”

"Major Sherman is a liaison officer sent by the Western Front, this fat-faced guy has barely had a good face all the way, and constantly complains about the hot weather and simple food, and I really want to pull him off his horse and rub his fat face against the earth, so that my ears will be cleaner. ”

"Civilians have almost fled, and there are deserted villages and grassy land. We met a team of farmers who were carrying military rations, they were such a poor bunch of people, we even saved one of the farmers who suffered from heat stroke. The officers who escorted them showed no mercy to them, which made me feel that these peasants were slaves. ”

"They were certainly not slaves, and the reason that prompted them to brave the scorching heat to go north was not great patriotism, nor their hatred of the enemy, nor the stern rebuke of the escort officers, but the need to survive. Such an errand is said to be in high demand in Daguerre. ”

"The unlucky guy who suffered from heat stroke was much like my father, and he was about the same age. A man of his age should have enjoyed his family, but he almost lost his life. ”

"There are still some civilians here who have not fled their homes, most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled, and do not want to drag their relatives and leave them behind...... This is truly a human tragedy......"