For Lin Dashan, those who don't take advantage of it are fools, and they got 1,500 catties of grain from the division headquarters, plus the rest of the regiment, which they were cheeky to ask for from the brigade headquarters, when the pile of grain was placed in front of him.

Not only Zhao Zhuang and the others, but even Han Xin was stunned, good guy, there are more than 1,000 people in the whole regiment, according to the current regulations of one person a day in the army, I am afraid that everyone can prepare enough food for six full days.

It is said that during the Long March, due to the lack of food, there were some digging wild vegetables, eating grass roots, and even boiling belts, but now it seems that I am afraid that I will not be able to enjoy that treatment.

The three regiments did not have a special grain transport team, or many regiments and even the brigade headquarters did not have a special grain transport team, so the rations of the soldiers of the three regiments were carried on their own backs.

Each person received 8 catties of grain, including rice, flour, and barley wheat, and when they ate, each person took out a little, and then the comrades in the cooking class were responsible for cooking, which was a pot of deliciousness; Cooked with some flour made of dry food cakes, dry grain fried noodles, beans, when you are hungry, you can take a mouthful, which is extremely practical.

The soldiers began to receive rations, Han Xin and the Odd Soldiers did not participate, Lin Dashan knew that their training could not do without a large amount of food to provide energy, so he opened a small stove for the soldiers of the Odd Soldiers team.

The green barley cakes were prepared several per person, plus five kilograms of grain, which was definitely enough according to the grass road that took six days and six nights in Han Xin's later memories.

"Cadets, we're about to start crossing the meadow." Before leaving, Han Xin gave a lecture to the Odd Soldiers.

"This grassland is full of swamps, and it is now the rainy season in the grassland, and the temperature difference is large, in addition to helping other comrades, you must also pay attention to protecting yourself.

Don't fucking yourself on the contrary, I can't afford to lose this person. ”

"Don't worry, instructor! Isn't it just a meadow? "The stone swears that it will come.

Han Xin sneered a few times, seeing that it was not only the stones, but also the other team members did not take the grass very seriously, and said, "Very good, I hope you can always think like this." ”

"In addition, I have also emphasized to you the precautions for marching in the meadow, your task this time is to guide the other comrades in the regiment forward, this is a very dangerous job, you should be careful.

As for the training, put it on hold for the time being, and then continue to ...... when you get out of the grass."

"Long live the instructor!"

"Long live the instructor!"

Erniu and the others, who had been trained by Han Xin to be speechless, immediately came to life again, and cheered one by one, the training of this strange team was really unforgettable.

"Happy what? I'm just afraid that you will waste food! Han Xin struck, seeing that everyone didn't listen, and continued: "Okay, then get ready to go!" ”

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On August 21, the 3rd Regiment of the Red Front Army, in accordance with the instructions of the Central Committee, marched towards the meadow as the vanguard regiment.

It was followed by the main forces of the 9th Division of the Red Army and the cadres of the 2nd Division of the Red Army.

The grassland, located in the northwest of Sichuan Ruoergai area, in the early morning of the 21st, the sky is still numb, the three regiments will be guided by the Tibetan guide Mo Rijian from Maoergai from Maoergai, through Lazitang, Sejiba and other places, and then by Banyou to the grassland.

At about 8 o'clock in the morning, the three regiments were the first to arrive at the grassland, and the first thing that came into view was the endless openness, with endless grass clusters stretching in twos and threes, and the puddles of water could be seen everywhere, flowing or breaking, outlining the mottled and colorful scenery of the originally extremely single grassland.

There are roads, but they are difficult to find at a glance, because the irregularity of the appearance of the waterlogged land has shattered the dirt road that was originally intact.

If you don't have an experienced guide who passes by regularly, you won't be able to get along.

"Old Mo, this is the grass?" Although he hadn't really entered the grassland yet, Lin Dashan already knew with the intuition of this soldier that under the seemingly calm appearance of this grassland, there was definitely a hidden murderous motive and danger.

He looked at the Tibetan guide he was already familiar with and asked.

"yes, this is the meadow!" Mo Rijian is a middle-aged man over forty years old, but due to years of hard work and overwork, he already has the appearance of a fifty-year-old man, he touched the sweat stains on his forehead, and responded with awe of the grass.

Lin Dashan nodded, "Old Mo, then I'll bother you next." ”

"Captain Lin, please rest assured" Mo Rijian agreed, and then took the lead in stepping towards the grass, "You follow me." ”

"Let's go!"

Han Xin greeted, and the whole regiment of the three regiments began to march, with Mo Rijian at the forefront, behind Mo Rijian was the strange army team led by Han Xin, and then behind were the three battalions of Zhaozhuang and several health teams dismantled and built by the medical battalion, and Xiao Yingtang's first battalion was responsible for the rear of the palace, taking care of the comrades behind to prevent anyone from falling behind.

"Young man, you're very well prepared!"

Only then did he enter the meadow, at the edge of the meadow, the harsh environment of the meadow was not so obvious, everyone's mood was still very normal, Mo Rigen saw Han Xin holding a hemp rope in his left hand and a one-man high wooden stick in his right hand, and said with a smile.

"Hey, I listened to some old people, so I prepared some, Uncle Mo, for you!" Han Xin handed over the wooden stick.

"Haha, I don't need this yet." Morrigan smiled and waved his hand, striding forward very calmly, not at all worried about falling into the unknown swamp.

However, the facts have proved that the path Mo Rijian chose is very solid, and there are no soft symptoms, so he will naturally not fall into the swamp.

Han Xin has always been very curious, he knows that the grassland he can know from the memory of later generations is definitely not comparable to the experience of this local guide, so he is curious: "Uncle Mo, do you often walk on the grass?" ”

Han Psychology naturally thought that Mo Rijian often walked from here, and with experience, where he could go, where he could go, where he couldn't set foot in, there were swamps, all of which were in his mind.

But to Han's surprise, Mo Rijian shook his head with a smile, and denied in fluent Chinese: "This grassland is swampy, and the livestock will not fall into it if they are not careful, and the cold is heavy.

I've only walked here a few times, but I've never finished it, and I don't walk here often. ”

"So, how do you know which path to take, and how to avoid swampy places? You know, these roads are covered with water and weeds, and they look the same. ”

"Here! There is a doorway," Mo Rijian smiled even more, "but one thing I am sure of is that the field in this grassland is not necessarily fixed, due to the rainy ground, some fields can be walked yesterday, but today may have become sludge."

Therefore, if anyone blindly walks the grass according to experience, I am afraid that it is a very dangerous thing. ”

"So how did you do it? You don't need a stick to find your way to avoid the swamp! Han Xin was puzzled and became more and more curious.

(To be continued, I suddenly thought that I participated in an outdoor activity in my freshman year, and re-walked the Long March, of course, it seems that I didn't finish it, in the summer, I was tired and thirsty, and I regretted wanting to jump off the building...... It's hard to imagine how the revolutionary old-timers survived the meadow at the beginning, admire! ）