Chapter 42: The Rapid March

In the north, which is a bitter cold land, firewood in winter is basically as important as food.

As soon as Yang Wenhua's order to ask Zhou Xiwang to burn the grain and firewood was reached, Gao Huizhen on the side immediately knelt down and said to Yang Wenhua with a heavy kowtow.

"Please also ask the prince to have mercy on the people of Goguryeo, it is not easy to live in this bitter cold place, in the middle of winter, if you lose firewood and stored grain, thousands of people in this city will not be left with one ten, please open the grace of heaven."

After Gao Huizhen finished speaking, he kept kowtowing again, Yang Wenhua saw Zhou Xiwang's hesitant footsteps, and immediately shouted angrily: "Don't go quickly, don't delay the hour, you have to march a hundred miles today, do you want to stay?"

Seeing that Yang Wenhua was angry, Zhou Xiwang didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and hurriedly took someone to carry out the task.

Seeing that Yang Wenhua was unwavering, Gao Huizhen, who was kneeling on the ground, still didn't dare to be disrespectful, but turned from a plea to a question.

"Why is the prince so generous to the Han people, but so cold to the people of Goguryeo, you must know that hundreds of years ago, the people of Goguryeo had Han blood, and after hundreds of years of integration, what is the difference between Goguryeo and Han people?"

"What's the difference?"

Yang Wenhua sneered, kicked Gao Huizhen who was kneeling on the ground, and sneered.

"Let me tell you what's the difference, just because of the suffering of the remnants of the Sui Dynasty in the past ten years, and because the hearts of the people of Goguryeo are not going to China, and there is you.

Do you think I don't know that this place is very close to the White Mountain Department of the Tatar people and the Marudu Mountain Castle? You think I didn't know you had a call for help?

It's a pity that they didn't come until this moment, you are very disappointed, in fact, I am also disappointed.

What are the supplies left in the city for? Is it reserved for your reinforcements? I only asked Zhou Xiwang to burn the grain stored in the mansion, and it is already a benevolent act to not set up troops to plunder the people, why are you still dissatisfied?"

Every time he asked a question, Yang Wenhua kicked Gao Huizhen, and after speaking, Gao Huizhen was already lying on the snow with his head in his hands and dying.

Venting his sullenness due to the lack of ambush reinforcements, Yang Wenhua took a breath, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Now I give you two choices, either I will kill you immediately and save you trouble, or you can seek benevolence and become a national hero of Goguryeo.

Either you will be honest with me, and lead the Goguryeo youth and strength for me along the way, and the Goguryeo people in Liaodong can all be handed over to you to take care of in the future.

How to choose, think about it yourself quickly, when Zhou Xiwang comes back, I need an answer, is it to die immediately as a hero, or are you willing to sacrifice your loyalty and live well as a dog?"

Not long after Zhou Xiwang left, there were constant cries in the city, and then they didn't die.

The people in the city were not only sucked away by Yang Wenhua, but even the iron tools were confiscated, and they were scattered, and they had no power to resist at all.

In fact, even if you set fire to the firewood room, it won't last long in the end, and the thick snow on the roof will extinguish the fire.

But Yang Wenhua doesn't necessarily have to burn the firewood, when the snow extinguishes the fire, he will naturally wet the firewood and freeze it into popsicles.

As long as it cannot be used in a short period of time, Yang Wenhua's goal will be achieved, so that the people in the city can still think of a way to survive this winter.

But if there are reinforcements coming, you have to think of a way, if you don't even have firewood, what combat power can the army have?

Half an hour later, Zhou Xiwang took people out of the city and handed over orders to Yang Wenhua, who kicked Gao Huizhen, who was still lying on the ground and trembling.

"Arise, tell me your intentions, to show your loyalty, or to let me send you to Jumon at once?"

"Please, please spare your life."

"Hahaha, okay, Zhou Xiwang, throw him on the grain truck, remember to cover a fur, so as not to freeze to death."

Yang Wenhua laughed and led the troops out of Baishan County.

According to Yang Wenhua's requirements, the marching speed must be maintained for an hour and thirty miles, well, it is almost the speed of a person walking quickly with his head buried in his head.

Take a short break for half an hour, rest for a quarter of an hour, eat some fried rice and drink some water, or solve your physiological needs or something.

Take a break for an hour, rest for two quarters of an hour, cook a salt porridge, eat something hot, and add some salt.

Two hours of a big break, rest for half an hour, cook rice with meat to eat, although there is not much meat, but the rice can be eaten at will, until you can't eat.

The reason why Yang Wenhua's regulations are so strict is that he must have sufficient rest and food supplements in consideration of physical needs, and the other is to maintain a high marching speed.

This is also something that cannot be helped, being in an enemy area surrounded by groups, you can't maneuver at high speed, so that people will be surrounded when they are weak.

If you want to swallow an elephant, you naturally have to quickly weaken your opponent in the process of devouring, but you must also strengthen yourself as quickly as possible.

In the run-in period, the team has a lot of problems, and no one has any experience in the winter march, so there are naturally more problems.

Yang Wenhua just dealt with some small things, no, there is another big problem.

After marching for half an hour, after eating some food, and when he was about to hurry, Cui Yuan, who had left half an hour earlier, sent someone back.

"Lord Wang, when we stopped to rest in front, we were cooking in the wild, but we found that it was extremely difficult to make a fire in the snow, so the big prince asked the villain to come back and ask for a solution."

Yang Wenhua thought about it for a while, and reacted, it was his own negligence, and he began to use a sapper shovel in his hand, and he could naturally clear out a place very quickly, whether it was a fire to cook or set up camp.

At this moment, marching at a fast pace, shoveling the thick snow on the ground as before, it is not cost-effective to cook again, and there are not so many tools at hand.

Yang Wenhua pondered for a moment, looked at the surrounding terrain, and then led a few people to a slope.

After instructing his subordinates to shovel out a small area to continue, he dug a small drainage hook at a slightly higher position.

Then he ordered the men to bring the dry firewood they were carrying, and after the sappers shoveled the dry firewood in small pieces on the snow, they poured some gasoline into it, and then burned a large fire.

Then the sapper shovel directly shoveled a shovel of burning firewood, and then the sapper shovel was hoisted up and supported by someone, and a clay pot was put on it, and after a while, the water in the clay pot came out of the hot steam.

"That's it, just let my brother do the same."

Yang Wenhua brought two small barrels of gasoline and handed them to the comer, telling him to hurry back and not delay the march.

These gasolines were still Yang Wenhua, which was prepared earlier for the people of the Baishan Tribe.

Combined with the snow trails cleared in Shangbaishan City, the ability of gasoline to still burn in the water is enough to make those people rout, plus the pursuit of hundreds of people, even if there are thousands of people, Yang Wenhua is also sure to defeat the other party.

Who knew that people didn't come at all.