On the grassland, the north wind swept the white grass. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Above the snow, there were countless messy horseshoe prints and ruts, and the horses of the brigade, carrying the knights, passed continuously, and after a team of ten thousand horsemen, another team of ten thousand horsemen, the scorching body temperature of the horses melted the snow on the road, and the snow flowed freely, infiltrating the land.

Countless people are silently moving forward, but there are some people and horses are galloping back and forth, in every ten thousand horses, there are their figures, these people are either impassionedly saying something, or singing in a long tone, where they pass, the knights are boiling, or singing and shouting, or emotional.

They are none other than the instructors of the ranks.

Marching in the cold and ice is an extremely painful thing, no matter how warm and airtight the clothes are, they will also be mixed with ice and snow slag, and finally melted by the body temperature, making them wet, especially the shoes on the feet, which are most likely to get wet.

At the beginning, when the terrain was rugged and there were mountains, Zhu Youxiao's field army could also go up the mountain to cut wood and obtain firewood, and when they went deep into the grassland, they could see that it was white and vast, and there was nothing to burn.

Later, he had to order the baggage team behind him to transport a large amount of firewood to ensure the safe march of the army, but Rao was like this, and the daily non-war loss was dozens or hundreds of people, all of whom were sent to the rear for treatment by wind and cold, cold and fever.

But fortunately, with the constant encouragement of the instructors, Zhu Youxiao and a group of generals and officers also went down to the barracks to patrol every night, condolences to the soldiers, and said some warm words, which made everyone persevere. With the tempering of the wind and snow, Zhu Youxiao gradually saw some tenacity on the faces of the soldiers.

There is quite a kind of "insisting that the green mountains are not relaxed, the roots are in the broken rocks, and the thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is from east to west, north and south." The spirit. The formation of a strong army in the world requires not only the accumulation of countless victories, but also the tempering of hard battles. Only the military that has fought bloody, hard, and difficult battles will be indomitable.

To be honest, Zhu Youxiao is not worried about Lin Dan Khan's army at all, no matter how many he has, even if there are millions, the final result is the same, Mongolia in this era has rotted to the roots, with the gradual spread of settled life, they have long lost the spirit of the original Temujin time.

What he is really worried about is the forced march under such bad conditions, whether the troops can hold out, in case one of them is not good, a battalion roars at night, and the whole army blows up the nest, he will really become a joke and will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history. Fortunately, the ideological work of the instructor was in place, and the army survived the initial hurdle, and gradually grew up tenaciously under the tempering of wind and snow.

At night, the night is deep, and the sky is thick with clouds, which looks unusually deep.

In a slightly leeward col of the grassland land, there are countless large tents, and although it is really a col, the cold wind still rushes down the hill, blowing the tents rattling.

This is the big tent of the Chinese army where Zhu Youxiao is located, and the entire 100,000 infantry are all here, and as for the two cavalry units, they have been scattered and guarded and encamped in other places around.

Although the camp is only temporary, the defense facilities are quite complete, and there are horse rejection horses, corner towers, lookouts, and horse lanterns hanging everywhere. Zhu Youxiao is actually not very talented in military affairs, but he kept in mind the six-character policy of Zeng Guofan's march and war in later generations, and fought in a daze.

All the things he camped here were standardized modules, which were dismantled and taken away in the morning, and taken out and installed when he needed to use them in the evening. Despite this, his logistics materials will be much more, but when they are dispersed among the army and kept separately by the grassroots units, it will not be very troublesome. Compared to the safety that comes with this, this little trouble is nothing.

Throughout the history of warfare, the army's logistics have become more and more numerous and complicated, from the beginning of which it was good to bring only food, to the later arrows, grain and grass, equipment, and even medicines, gunpowder, tobacco and alcohol, and so on, there are more and more types. Zhu Youxiao's army was developing in this direction at this time.

In the deep camp, it is not dark, and the glass lanterns hanging around each tent make it quite bright, and in the howling cold wind, it has become a place of light.

Under the Ministry of Heavy Industry of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, there is a geology and mining company, which is responsible for the mining of ores, from iron ore, copper ore, gold ore, silver ore, to coal mine and oil. Of course, oil has only recently begun, and as its primary product, the horse lantern appeared.

This metal-glass product, with oil on the bottom and a wick on the top, is the perfect way to illuminate when the night is bumpy and the cold wind is howling.

In this kind of camp full of horse lanterns and a bright place, the soldiers on duty were quite stable in their hearts, and dispelled a lot of fear of the night in their hearts.

Groups of patrolling soldiers lined up, sometimes staggering and sometimes joining each other. And when they pass by the big tent of the Chinese army, their footsteps will even be deliberately light, and their eyes sweeping over the tent are full of reverence and faith.

Suddenly, the tent, which had been lit up, was lifted, and a man stepped out of it. After seeing this person, the soldiers who happened to patrol this side immediately stopped and saluted in unison, "See Your Majesty." ”

"Well, you've all worked hard." Zhu Youxiao also returned a military salute with a smile, and then stepped forward with a smile and talked, "How is it, everything is normal." ”

"Back to Your Majesty, the camp is normal." This is a standard ten-person patrol squad, a squad, and the answer is the squad leader who leads the platoon.

"That's good. The musket is loaded with ammunition, so let's take the safety down, so don't get misfired. Zhu Youxiao asked cordially, and there were several staff officers standing behind him, watching quietly.

"It's all done, please rest assured, Your Majesty." The squad leader replied with some excitement, this is the emperor, it is really worth it to be able to talk to the emperor so much in my life.

The squad leader is just an ordinary person, not highly educated, and not smart, and his biggest wish after joining the army is to be able to mix with senior veteran qualifications when the time comes, and then become a platoon commander or something, and finally professionally meet the city defense army or police station in his hometown. Although the supreme commander of the army was the legendary Emperor His Majesty, he never imagined that he would have a direct dialogue with the Emperor on this day.

The other soldiers in the back also looked eagerly, their lips squirmed, and they wanted to interject but didn't dare. Seeing the look on their faces as they looked at the squad leader, they obviously wanted to kill their squad leader and replace the person who was talking to the emperor with themselves.

"Well, with your words, then I can rest assured." Zhu Youxiao nodded trustingly, with an expression of heart in his stomach. His performance, in the eyes of the squad leader, almost made him burst into tears, and his heart was warm, and he couldn't wait to die for His Majesty immediately.

"How about it, the soju you bring with you is enough, it's cold at night, you can't do it without soju, has anyone finished drinking, I still have it here." Zhu Youxiao glanced at the patrolling soldiers and raised the kettle in his hand.

"And there's more."

"I've got more than half a bottle here."

"I haven't finished it yet."

When they got the opportunity, the soldiers couldn't wait to answer, and finally had a chance to talk to the emperor, but they couldn't just let it go.

Even the squad leader replied, "Your Majesty, this wine hasn't been drunk yet." ”

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, the soldier standing behind him laughed and exposed him, "Squad leader, didn't you finish drinking your wine just now, and you still want it!" ”

"You don't speak, everyone treats you like a dumb person." The squad leader turned his head and glared at the boy fiercely.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, if you want to be a soldier, you have to be able to drink and fight, the more you drink, the stronger the combat effectiveness, come on, come on, I still have it here after drinking." Zhu Youxiao looked at this scene, his heart was full of kindness, and he laughed and stuffed the kettle in his hand.

"Here, take it." He shoved the kettle into the squad leader's hand with great effort, and then shouted again, "Bring all the wine you have." ”

When the staff officers behind him saw this scene, they all smiled and handed over the kettle and stuffed it into the hands of the soldiers one by one. This scene almost made these lowest-level soldiers cry on the spot.

"Do a good job, strive for meritorious service!" Zhu Youxiao patted them on the shoulders in turn, said a few words of encouragement, and then took the staff officers away to check the situation in the camp.

Looking at the back of the emperor leaving, these soldiers only felt that the blood was burning in their chests, and it was almost hot.

"Meritorious service!" In the subsequent patrol, the squad leader kept chanting this sentence, and as he spoke, the fire in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"I can drink, I can fight." And the Han Wazi behind him was chanting this sentence, and after reading it again, he took a sip of soju, and the more he drank, the brighter his eyes became. He was replenished from the Shandong City Defense Army, and the people of Shandong all know that they can drink and like to drink. There was little wine in the kettle before, and he had to keep out the cold, so he didn't dare to drink more, but at this time, he had an extra pot, so he could naturally let go of some drinking.

As for the performance of others, it is different, some are excited, some are deep, but they are all very high.

After leaving the camp, Zhu Youxiao took people down to inspect, and whenever he met a patrol, he stopped to talk a few words and encourage a few words, although he said some trivial little questions, and the soldiers were all done, but this kind of cordial questioning still moved the soldiers.

Moreover, he often has some kettles on his body, which are filled with soju, and some are issued when he meets a team. The patrolmen who touched him smiled from ear to ear.