As soon as the cannon sounds, the war is a gold-absorbing hole, and only the rich or poor can afford to play it.

Mao Jue should belong to the former, since the beginning of the war in October last year, a wagon of goods has been transported from Heilongjiang, filling the warehouse in Wula City, Jilin, for fear that his sergeants will be hungry, and even some of the soldiers are joking that fighting is more comfortable than living at home, and they have gained a few pounds.

Others belong to the ox and the tiger, Sun Chuanting should belong to Zhuge Liang, not his kind of resourcefulness, Zhuge Liang is not so divine in history, his unique is the real Zhuge Liang's meticulous and serious, no matter how big or small, when the prime minister of Shu Han, Zhuge Liang even had to ask about the trivial matter of the sergeant beating thirty military sticks, and finally exhausted himself to death, it can be seen that his work attitude, Sun Chuanting is also about the same, every train of cars has to be counted in person, and the materials are accurate to every box, every bag, every box of canned food, and how much damage and corruption must be reported truthfully, It makes people unable to move crooked thoughts.

However, he is not afraid of shadow evil, Sun Chuanting's own innocence does not engage in special treatment, three meals a day are eaten in the big canteen, except for Mao Jue's uniform, there is no more clothes, and others can't gossip.

In ancient times, other people repaired pagodas are pagodas, Mao Jue repaired the watchtower, with a big bamboo shoot like a thick and thin, the cement also wiped the face flat, how ugly and ugly, such an ugly tower, the small green flag kept waving, from the Songhua River straight to Jilin Ula City, the masonry concrete railway bridge gate in the guards shook the turntable creaked and squeaked open, that end, the locomotive dragging the black chimney also rushed onto the bridge deck with an old man.

The boiler valve of the steam engine has been opened, the steam hisses outward and discharges pressure, at the big iron gate, it is the world's earliest batch of old drivers, the young men of the Dongjiang locomotive army are familiar with the brakes slowly falling at the gate, the steel wheels and the rails are handed over to burst out a series of sparks, and the last bit of forward momentum will bring the train to the station more than 20 carriages steadily.

Bang Dang~ The gate of the train bridge was closed next to the last section of the train leather butt.

But before a few young men celebrated for their perfect parking, an old face had already been pasted up in the ice pit.

"Reconcile!"

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More than a dozen account accountants held the account books, one by one to the information, and the soldiers were carrying the boxes and squeezing them into the already stuffed warehouse, and at the locomotive, Sun Chuanting was like a miser, personally collecting a large number of account books, and he was also checking the accounts.

Although it is a military town, it is surprising that Dongjiang is not as hierarchical as the Ming Dynasty, except for the battle array, the relationship between the upper and lower levels is relatively relaxed, at least not as an absolute barrier as the Ming Dynasty. Watching Sun Chuanting pull the abacus there, the hundred households of the train army were also transferred from the 19th factory, and Guo Laohei, the boiler director who had been burning the boiler for several years, was laughing and laughing on the side haha.

"Director, as for it? Our Dongjiang is so rich that the treasury is full, and you can still pay off so many boxes of canned food for a day, you are also an official master, this is too picky! ”

"Picking? Hehe......"

It should be staring too closely, the delivery officer at the border at the end also made the account very fine, and he didn't throw away the damaged things on the halfway, and pulled it over directly to reconcile, the bill was comfortable, Sun Chuanting was also relaxed at work, and he was in a good mood, just after finishing the book, he shook his head with a smile.

"Lao Guo, you are a native old man of Dongjiang!"

"Director, I never told you this! You're old-eyed. ”

"You don't need to be discerning, the whole factory is the widest for you and Lao Li, and you pay the bills for the next restaurant, you are really lucky, Taiping has been rich for more than ten years, compared to you, we escaped from the pass, but we are poor!"

"Let's talk about canned food! When Lao Sun and I were an official in Shaanxi to fight, sometimes there was no food for a few days, and the sergeants screamed with hunger, and some of the injured wanted to eat a mouthful of meat before they died, but even the meat that was eaten by the rats, I couldn't take it out, so I could only watch them starve to death. ”

A broken can was taken out of the broken box next to him, weighed it twice, and Sun Chuanting threw it back with emotion.

"This ......"

Guo Laohei was really in a trance, more than ten years ago, when Mao Jue was not in charge, the impression of starvation and freezing also vaguely emerged, and he couldn't help but nod his head.

"There is also General Mao, he is the weirdest official I have seen in so many years, other officials are eager to put all the silver in their arms desperately, and bring it to the coffin to be satisfied, but he is really willing to let go, the soldier has two taels of silver and two stone grain a month, and he still has to eat and live, if the customs know, they have to run to the Dongjiang River to be a soldier! There are also those who work in the factory, pave the road, work hard, and take the silver, and our grandchildren are amazed. ”

"Yes, a can of canned food is a few pennies, not worth a few, but you take one, I take one, an army of more than 200,000 people, that is a big hole, if this can is missing at a critical time, people may starve to death! General Mao has treated us like this, I, who eats and takes silver under my hands, don't look good again, do you have a conscience? ”

is different from those who are also literary crepe nerds, Sun Chuanting, who is out of Xinjiang, can put down his lower body very well, although he has not yet reached the point where Lu Xiangsheng eats and drinks together, but his heart-wrenching vernacular, Guo Laohei couldn't help but nod his head when he listened to it.

"Factory director, what you said is so right, my two sons of Lao Guo are soldiers for the general, and they have brought back a few hundred taels of silver in a few years, Lao Guo has even taken advantage of the general, it is really a sin, and Lao Guo will have to be optimistic about these boys in the future!"

"Well, not only for General Mao, but also for all of us......"

After sitting for a long time, his waist was a little sore, Sun Chuanting stood up with a smile and straightened his waist, but before he finished speaking, suddenly his face changed suddenly.

On the ugly watchtower just now, the originally relaxed green flag was replaced by a red flag like a fire, and the lookout soldiers waved and blew their whistles desperately, and on the city wall, there were already guards anxiously ascending the city.

"Lao Guo, hurry up and unload the car! Zhao Li, you go to the Governor's Mansion to ring the guard bell, guard the sentry, and go to the city with the official!"

In an anxious yell, Sun Chuanting hurriedly ran up the city wall.

In fact, Mao Jue's city is very unscientific, the north city wall of Jilin Wula City directly cuts the river bank, almost the location of the thermal power plant in later generations, plus the river bank, the height of the city wall is more than ten meters, the only two entrances from the north of the river into the south of the Yangtze River are only two railway bridges, and the city wall is guarded like a cliff.

Although the defense power is considered to be the limit, the ground by the river is soft, and after a long time, the river erodes and the ground sinks, and the city wall is in danger of collapsing.

But that's a later story, you have to keep the present first, I originally had a little bit of a complaint about Mao Jue's plan to repair the city, but after knowing his strategic value, Sun Chuanting was so grateful to Mao Jue, the most worried thing was that he finally came, these days he has been worried about the upcoming war, and he has to settle accounts and count goods to force himself to calm down, but when he really stood on the head of the city at this time, Sun Chuanting's mood calmed down.

Pick up the binoculars and look at the sky, more than a dozen puffs of black smoke are desperately rushing towards Jilin Wula City, those are the patrol cavalry of the Dongjiang River, he is the most brave Dongjiang warrior, even if there are thousands of troops and horses, they still ignite the wolf smoke behind them and convey warning signals to Jilin Wula City.

Just behind them, the black-pressed cavalry was overwhelming, billowing smoke and dust steaming like a devil with teeth and claws, so far away, Sun Chuanting could even feel the shaking of the horse's hooves.

"It's the Mongols!"

Some people are born to appear on the battlefield, put down the binoculars, and seem to have found the state when they were the king of the world's homeless people, King Gao Yingxiang, Sun Chuanting turned his head and commanded Yuan Dabao, who ran up to the city out of breath.

"Light up the beacon wolf smoke! Convey the military information to the south, and immediately send snipers to welcome back the border patrol knights!"

Sometimes, a message on the battlefield is even worth more than thousands of troops, just like in World War II, General Patton, who used a fake identity to deceive the German spies, successfully defeated the Normandy landings, opened up a second battlefield, and accelerated the demise of ***, the same is true at this time, if it is assaulted by the Mongolian cavalry to the bottom of the city, it is enough for the Dongjiang army to panic for a while!

If it is in the TV series, the next is the classic scene, the exhausted warriors risked their lives and ran back to the city, but for the safety of the city, the city guards did not dare to open the door, and then they shouted Long live the Dongjiang River, and rushed into the enemy camp and died together.

But after all, fighting is not acting, Dongjiang cherishes every warrior, every drop of blood, when it is still a few miles away from the city, the same shocking sound of horses' hooves is also shocked at the gate of Jilin Wula, and the same vigorous Dongjiang knights galloped across the railway bridge, facing the overwhelming Mongolian army and collided with it.

After all, Mongolia is not the Mongolia of Genghis Khan's era, seeing this scene, Zilharang shouted and continued to attack, but subconsciously, the forward Atajin took the reins of the war horse, and the entire forward cavalry stopped.

Just wanted to take the bow to fight, but I didn't expect the Dongjiang cavalry, who was so aggressive and wanted to fight hard, actually turned around and fled, feeling that his IQ was insulted, and Attajin whipped his horse whip angrily.

"Chase! Don't let go of the dog!"

The distance was only two or three hundred meters away, and the angry Tumut cavalry arrived in a blink of an eye, but immediately as if they had been caught in a trap, they rushed to the ground and fell to the ground, and there were bursts of crackling explosions.

Tribulus terrestris, it was said that Genghis Khan was a war horse stepped on this thing, threw a generation of Tianjiao off the horse, and died of serious injuries, Dongjiang is still a mine-type thistle, a small clay pot contains black powder, and iron tribulus terrestris is placed outside, and the small container in the middle is Mao Jue, and I don't know how the Xuankong old way and the liar Song Xiance and their group of gods and sticks make up the white phosphorus that pretends to be a ghost, the horse's hooves trample on the white phosphorus, and ignite the gunpowder when it burns with oxygen.

Although the lethality is not large, the explosion can not kill people, but it is enough for the cavalry to turn over on their backs for a while, in the angry shouting and scolding of Atajin, the Mongolian cavalry who turned on their backs could only watch the ducks fly in their mouths.

From the time the cavalry turned around, Sun Chuanting's attention was no longer on them, with the natural danger of the Songhua River, the threat of these men on horseback to Jilin Ula was almost zero, he looked southward with gloomy eyes, and soon after the east and west beacons were lit, the second and third wolf smoke rushed straight into the blue sky one after another.

The climax of the whole battle also sang with the crackling of the fire!

(End of chapter)