It's so cold, it's so cold, Fang La, the other general of the Eighth Brigade, kept shaking his body, stomping his feet on the ground frequently, only to feel that the jacket on his body was still cold.

But he still took the lead in gritting his teeth, dragging his somewhat stiff body, insisted on completing this round of inspections and inspections, selected a good position under a dirt slope, used a dozen short guns and tarpaulins to enclose a half-circle of temporary shelters, and arranged sentry posts and external patrols, before he could not wait to wipe a skin bag with body temperature from his arms.

Unscrewed the stopper and poured it hard, before handing it over to the person next to him to pass it down and take a sip of each, as the hot taste in the mouth faded away, after the temporary numbness and anxiety of the taste buds, it was a hot fire in the abdomen, thinking about the spread of limbs and bones, and the body temperature recovery.

It was obviously the frost and snow in winter before it appeared, it was already so cold, blowing flags and tarpaulins, and the cold air sent by the wind seemed to soak directly into the bones of people, and if it stayed until the real snow fell, it would not have to freeze into a dog.

Most of Fang La's subordinates are accustomed to being born in the south after the warm and humid season, so although there are repeated protective measures and countermeasures, there are still various situations. Compared with such ups and downs of colds and colds, headaches and fevers, there has never been a break.

With a dried pepper or a large slice of vinegar ginger, it has become their daily service equipment to refresh their minds and prevent cold and tide.

Compared with

They are a little envious of the Japanese people of the Ninth Brigade, it is said that they are all from the Fuso Domain's Kitakyushu Dazaifu, and they are used to the bitter cold and barrenness of that place, so even if it is winter near the Northland, it seems that they are not very afraid of the cold.

Because of the rank of the auxiliaries, they were able to wear a collar, a half-body inlaid with leather armor reinforced by bubble nails or pieces of iron, like dogs (of course, with some heavy armor, their short body could not afford it). As long as you wrap yourself in a felt blanket, you can grit your teeth and endure the cold and limp of your hands and feet, and march with your head buried in your head or build a camp without saying a word.

In fact

Because of the sudden cold weather, the guerrilla army, which is dominated by southerners, has reduced the mobility and scope of the various battalion teams, and has had to arrange more rotation batches and frequencies.

And the northern army, which is in the front, maintaining small-scale engagement and being pursued, is still alive and vigorous, and it seems that it has not been greatly affected, at least after they are scattered, they are still fleeing quickly, and the dragon spirit and tiger are a little beyond the reach of the dust.

In such a state of mind and busyness, several tin stove shelves were also placed on the ground from the back frame of the pack horse, and as the oil-soaked charcoal turned red little by little, the firelight illuminated the slightly bloody face.

The soldiers took out the dry food they carried, pasted it on the wall of the stove and slowly heated it, and then put the big kettle rack with the soup material on it to cook slowly, a short and quick battlefield meal, and it was completed, although the taste was not very good, but after trekking and patrolling in the cold wind for so long, it was also a kind of happiness and enjoyment to be able to eat some hot food.

Compared with the kind of military rations called "compressed biscuits", which can grind teeth and can only be knocked into a lump and become soft in the mouth, or soaked in water to make a paste; Fang La actually prefers another thing called fried noodles that is rationed in the army, although it is very easy to turn into crumbs because of long-distance carrying, but whether it is chewed dry or boiled, there is enough oil and meat and taste.

It is even more beautiful with canned meat called "Death Fear Mother", sliced and grilled over a fire, and put in small packets of dried sauce and dehydrated vegetables. It's just that cruising around, there is no such convenience,

In fact, as a kind of military tradition and leisure, many people are reluctant to discard the shell of canned food after eating, but leave it as a tooth jar, rice basket, kettle and other daily life utensils, or handmade into a variety of gadgets for exchange and collection between each other.

Suddenly, the outlying sentinel came back to report that he had found something, and Fang La, who had drunk wine and eaten a few mouthfuls of hot food, suddenly picked up his weapon and personally led the team to check. After walking more than half a mile, they could already smell the source of the stench that could not be concealed even in cold weather.

Behind a hill not far from the avenue, there were layers of corpses of different old and new, driving away the wild dogs and doves entrenched on it, revealing the scattered scenes of being torn and gnawed underneath.

Seeing this scene, Fang La, who boasted that he had seen the battle array of the corpse mountain and sea of blood, couldn't help but change his face,

Because, these corpses have been stripped of red stripes, representing no identity and armor, many of them have obvious traces of being burned by fire, while others were stripped naked, and then tied hands and feet and thrown into the wild, cold to death.

Obviously, there was no shortage of torture and abuse before he died.

"Quickly send someone to report the ...... of this formation"

He shouted in a hurry.

"The rest of the sons and daughters are on the spot to strengthen their vigilance,"

"The knife is out of the sheath, the crossbow is wound, and the gun is loaded with the medicine for me......"

"Beware of the Northern Captives Nearby to Take the Opportunity to Attack and Seize the Enemy"

"It's raining ......"

Suddenly, someone shouted,

Fang La couldn't help but raise his head, feeling something cold and wet running down the edge of his helmet and dripping on his forehead, and he couldn't help but curse secretly.

"It's really unlucky......

To be honest, he hated rain, especially all the generals who were equipped with firearms, and the generals who tasted the sweetness and benefits hated it, which meant that it took more effort to protect and maintain those firearms to ensure an adequate rate of fire.

For the troops responsible for the front out of the enemy, this intermittent rain made the road muddy, and at the same time, it also confused the enemy's traces to some extent, and it took more time and manpower to search again.

At the same time, the rain became a cover for the fleeing enemy forces to gain a respite and regroup, even to try to launch a small counteroffensive.

As if confirming his thoughts, as the rain curtain gradually thickened, the figure quickly approached the longing figure, and the suppressed shouting of killing tore through the cold air in an instant.

"But I deserve it, and I deserve it......

On the other side of the rain curtain, the thieves and giants who once ravaged the waterways of the two rivers, and now Chao Jundu, were a little excited and proud, and encouraged the troops

"The time of death of these southern barbarians has ......"

"Under the rain, the firearms of the south will not work......"

"The sons rushed over, rushed in front of them, and they had nothing to do......

After saying that, he turned to the leader of a small group of cavalry standing on the side

"Please also ask General Hua for his magic shot, and sweep the formation for me, then ......"

General Hua bowed slightly, controlled the horse and stepped forward, pulled out a big bow from the waterproof holster, bent his arms like a wheel, squinted his eyes, and saw a roar, the arrow came out like lightning, and it disappeared into the rain.

He concocted this, and after shooting in a row, he saw the fluttering military flag of the southern army on the opposite side, and in an uproar, he trembled and fell down.

In the valley between Songshan Mountain and Longmen Mountain, under the dilapidated Taigu Pass, the middle route army, which has been re-replenished and strengthened, is also bathed in the continuous cold wind and drizzle.

The arduous assault had come to an end for the time being, so the makeshift camp was full of figures sitting in front of the makeshift fire, holding hands and feet, and choking from wet wood......

"I need more shelter from the cold......"

Wang Duanchen, who had just been promoted to the commander of the capital, also shook his head at the envoys who came to the army to give rewards

"Cloth, charcoal or oil, wine and plaster...... Everything, the more the merrier"

"Last night, hundreds of wounded ...... of our army died"

"I have asked the soldiers of each battalion to demolish their homes for winter salaries......"

"The Beilu is already in the local Qingye fortified wall, even if there are many financial rewards, there is not much to raise......

"Whether it's something to keep you warm or more reinforcements, there's no problem......"

The envoy also said with a straight face.

"The commander has ordered that the whole road be used for the whole road, and it will be used exclusively for your army's needs......"

"I just ask you to do your best to win the Taikoo Pass ......"

"At least grab the soldiers and horses on the East Road and break the ...... before Zhengzhou"

Saying this, the envoy also lowered his voice and said

"The base camp has awarded the latest meritorious awards, all the Northern Expedition three roads and forty-seven soldiers and horses, the first to enter the eight passes of the marquis, than the beginning of the country to seal the food of Shiyi......"