On 27 March, the flotilla arrived safely at Fao, a naval base in the Empire's territories in the Persian Gulf.

The sky over the Mediterranean Sea was still shrouded in a milky white fog, and on the foggy sea, the hazy figures of several warships could be faintly seen rising and falling with the waves.

The drowsy, sleepy, new-of-the-box eaters on the docks lazily carried tools and pushed rock-laden carts as they worked on the port site, and some of the apparently overseers or dock officials shouted at the lazy laborers—their shouting was of little effect.

The small boat that piloted the port brought the "Yongyuan" to the designated wharf, which is an excellent military port in the Persian Gulf territory of the empire, and not far away is Bataan, one of the important commercial ports of the empire in the Persian Gulf, a famous crude oil export port and oil city of great strategic importance.

The "Yongyuan" began to drop anchor beside the pier, mooring and boarding the gangway, and the soldiers, led by the officer, lined up on the deck for roll call, and then lined up to disembark.

Several cranes began to lift the equipment of the 11th Mountain Infantry Division from the transport ship: cars, armored vehicles, tanks, artillery, ammunition, and various provisions.

Although the defense is relatively strong, the ports along the entire Persian Gulf coast are still in danger of being attacked by enemy airstrikes.

Ling Kaiyue and the others worked on the dock for more than four hours before they were allowed to leave, and they were already hungry at this time. Since the last meal of "pig food" on the ship in the morning, none of them have eaten anything more.

The company commander, Captain Mu Zhenwu, ordered the whole company to assemble, and everyone thought that they were going to have lunch, even though it had been two and a half hours since the normal lunch time. Who knew that it had nothing to do with eating, and the whole company was loaded into cars and pulled to a new station, about five kilometers outside the city, and then walked another two kilometers because the road was being built.

By the time they arrived at the camp, it was already dusk, the sun was setting in the west, but the temperature was still nearly 30 degrees. Everyone was exhausted, panting and sweating. In the end, due to the lack of water in the body, he stopped sweating, and the soaked military uniform was covered with white sweat stains after drying.

The camp was lined up with what seemed to be a newly built mud house, and after putting away the luggage, the whole company lined up at the gate of the camp, all looking at their company commander, Captain Mu Zhenwu, all of whom were starving to death, eagerly waiting for the company commander to give any order for everyone to eat. A sturdy recruit from Xiangxi ran up to the company commander, swallowed saliva in his mouth, and looked directly at Captain Mu Zhenwu: "Sir, are we going to eat?" ”

"Get in the queue!" The "butcher" didn't pay attention to him at all, "All pay attention, stand upright!" ”

Everyone straightened up.

I only heard the butcher continue: "The appointed time for dinner is seven o'clock, and there is still an hour and a half left. If there is no food to eat on the battlefield, won't everyone fight? The enemy will not stop attacking while we are eating. So...... It's live-fire time! Turn right and walk in unison, and the shooting range is northwest of the barracks! ”

Everyone could only bite the bullet and follow behind their platoon commander and set off again. Walk through a sparse grove and over a hill to a depression where the new shooting range is located. More than 800 people from the 3rd Battalion had almost gathered here, and gunfire rang out one after another in the shooting range. They lined up in front of the soldiers who greeted them and received their guns and ammunition from them, two magazines of 20 rounds each, while the machine gunners had two magazines of 60 rounds, and the non-commissioned officers with automatic rifles had only one magazine of 30 rounds.

There are 12 people in the infantry squad of the Imperial Army, a total of 1 MG93 light machine gun, 2 HG97 automatic rifles developed by Southern Heavy Industry, 6 Jiangxia G95 semi-automatic rifles, 2 Jinyang-made G77 manual rifles with scopes or Nanchang 03 manual rifles, among which the automatic rifle is the use of reduced-charge gun bullets, and the bullet is shorter than ordinary rifle bullets.

The "butcher" ordered the officers and men of the company, including the firearms platoon, to conduct target shooting training, and the personnel of the firearms support platoon were not equipped with rifles and could only wait for the infantry platoon to finish fighting them. When the sun had set, everyone had finished their training, and everyone was almost hungry.

The company's transport vehicles had already arrived at the barracks, but in order to save fuel, the soldiers were each left the shooting range with their own guns, but the butcher company commander and deputy company commander left first in a jeep. There were still about two kilometers to go, and everyone had an anxious look on their faces. Wang Xiaoying, who was walking beside Ling Kaiyue, was carrying an MG93 light machine gun on his shoulder, and raised his wrist to face Ling Kaiyue with his watch: "What time is it, the butcher won't give us dinner, right?!" ”

My God, it's past seven o'clock, and I'm afraid I'll miss the meal again when I walk back.

Everyone involuntarily quickened their pace, "What do you want to do?" Line up, walk in unison! The officer leading the team shouted at them, but after a while, the ranks were out of order again.

When the sergeant major corrected his ranks for the ninth time, everyone finally stepped through the barracks gates.

In front of the barracks, which was illuminated by several electric lights, a cooking cart with five round stainless steel vats was parked, and the soldiers of the 8th Company were lining up with their lunch boxes and water cups in their hands, waiting to receive their food.

Following the sergeant's order, everyone stopped in the open space and stood in line. They are all waiting for the sergeant major to give the order to disband, so that they can take out their lunch boxes and go to the queue to eat. But this perverted sergeant major ordered everyone to put their weapons back on the gun rack in the armory according to the gun number.

It took another 10 minutes or so, and it made everyone feel like they were going to collapse.

Then everyone heard the sergeant major say, "Now everyone can line up to get food and see how much food is left in the bucket!" ”

Thankfully, there was enough leftover food.

Ling Kaiyue took out his lunch box, due to the lack of fresh water on the ship, his lunch box had not been washed after breakfast in the morning, and it was still stained with some dried rice residues. The food for each person is pretty much standard: half a box of rice, one yogurt, and a stew mixed with potatoes, onions, cabbage, and pieces of meat.

The food quickly reached his stomach, and there was no hot water supply, so everyone had to take a few glasses of cold water from the faucet of the water truck and pour them into his stomach. There were no beds in the barracks, only a layer of wheat straw in the ground.

Now no one cared about any of this, everyone was exhausted, and after spreading their quilts on the straw, they soon fell asleep.

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