Chapter 8: A Fortune? (Below.)

Amid the sound of the drums, I yawned and walked out of the shed, wiped my face with water, and looked up at the barracks on the distant terrace

In the muffled sound of the sky as if it had torn through the sky, through the figures of blowing horns and beating drums, and in the camp of smoke and dust in the dim backlight, there were running heads, spears and spears, and all kinds of flags and colorful streams gathered together like colorful streams, and then rushed out.

A new day has begun, I sighed.

There is no water, electricity, no Internet, no toilet and toilet paper, and the habit of cats on Chinese New Year's Eve makes me stare gloomily at the blackened roof, feel the lack of oil and water, gurgling and protesting, and always think about it very late every night to be able to sleep, and then when I am woken up by the old man, I still have to face it again, a messy reality.

According to the number of heads, after the morning exercise, the meal is distributed, and the materials and tools are distributed, and the work begins. Those who want to leave the camp must be forced to concentrate to facilitate the completion of the process, so as not to make mistakes, and now being able to complete this in half an hour is considered a good progress.

I don't have the ability to turn them into fearless warriors overnight, but it is still possible to turn these processes and other things, rewards and punishments such as whips and diets, into a conditioned reflex that they instinctively carry out when they get up every day.

The work of collecting corpses is not something that everyone can do, only those who are brave enough and not afraid of blood and dirty will be selected, given priority to supply and rationing, eat half full to work, and then have one more meal than others. Although the process is disgusting and boring.

But at least what I expected, fears of being used as cheap cannon fodder and inevitable mass casualties did not materialize. Being able to rein in the dead and wounded in a timely manner means that the officers and soldiers at least have the initiative and the rhythm of the battle at the moment, and the need to directly participate in the battle and the risk of injury are very small.

You must know that the rebels, who are equipped with their own rations and armor, do not have extra medicine, and they are wasted on the wounded. Mashed leaves and plant ash are the most common means of emergency, and the rest is left to fate.

After all, I can teach them to keep them hygienic by roasting and boiling them, and dressing their wounds, but I can't make up antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs out of thin air. In the whole process, my title and title have also changed from Xia Fuzi, who has a little ability, to Mr. Xia, who is feared and can determine their treatment.

However, for the ambitious and longing generals, this is not good news, and not being able to participate in the war directly also means that there is no trophy and military exploits, and he has led people out several times, but he is full of sweat and exhaustion and disappointed, so he can only redouble his venting on the body of training those pole teams.

Therefore, in some selfish considerations, under the condition that my people could not be idle, the remaining personnel of the 100th in the remaining camp were temporarily allocated to me.

It's rare to have a full meal for a few days, and there is someone to call on, of course, we have to find a way not to let them be idle, and have the energy and mind to toss something else.

Every day, in addition to the boring and monotonous pole practice standing in line walking, it is to dig trenches and build earth ramparts, like a marmot with various ravines, surround the surroundings, set aside a big road, insert an inch-long bamboo stick, dig a dense hoof hole.

Although I'm just a fan of ancient warfare mainly talking on paper, I don't have the capital to spend money to pile up a scene to reproduce like those big dogs in China, but at least the model construction of civil engineering operations or something has been done on the Internet. It is still possible to plan and direct some simple tasks.

It's a pity that I have been in the camp for too short a time, and I haven't been able to establish any prestige, except for the needs of daily life and live poultry, if I really have any ideas and construction, I have to go through the old army Deng Fang to carry it out.

In a sense, this rebel leader Jiang'an, although he is rude and unliterate, has a lot of ambitions, and he also grasps the trilogy very tightly.

After all

In the case of general illiteracy and ignorance, and all kinds of poor communication, it is difficult to fool a group of potential supporters with good feelings just by mouth, and this armed group with the township party and relatives as the core link, I joined the outsiders halfway, which is really too light-hearted, not to mention the trust and reliability of people to follow.

If I want to deliberately buy people's hearts, I don't have that material resource at hand; If I subtly use my power to give favor, my position is not enough, and it is difficult to produce any powerful effect, but it is easy to offend the interests of the establishment.

So to be honest, I'm very envious of those historical YY novels, who can get the hearts and souls of others in a few words as soon as they cross over. I'm just a clerk and a clerk, and I'm still a bag company plus a temporary worker.

During this time, I saw something strange more than once, and although it was painted in a colorful way like a ghost, I still recognized it lightly, it was a hot air balloon that was briefly suspended in the air.

Well, apparently it's a legacy of some of my predecessors, but if I'm a little insensitive, what could be more surprising than the traverser itself.

During this period of time, the black dumplings made of dregs and wild vegetables basically disappeared from the barracks, the big cakes and vegetables were full, and the pole teams with vegetables on their faces were no longer so weak when they kicked and shouted.

The weather gradually cooled down, and the offensive of the officers and troops also entered a critical juncture, and the fires and smoke on the distant hills could be seen both day and night.

Among them was a cousin of Jiang'an and dozens of platoon soldiers, who were almost caught off guard by the sneak attack of Liang Shankou from Ludang, and even lost their bodies somewhere, unable to get them back.

But what hurt Jiang'an's heart the most was that more than a dozen mules and horses were lost, and more than half of them were lost, which was the mounts and equipment that he had saved easily at home.

Today, it is rare that the officers and soldiers have not sent people to support the army, and the camp of the Qingzhou army is also much sparser, leaving only a few large banners with the surnames of low-level generals, which flutter weakly in the wind, and the others have disappeared, because it is said that the officers and soldiers who occupy the advantage of troops and equipment have cleared the periphery at any cost, attacked Liangshan, and are competing to break the enemy's military merits and heads, and they will definitely not let these periphery and miscellaneous cards get in the way.

Therefore, as a group of people who stay in the camp and have nothing to do for the time being, the only pleasure is to watch someone slaughter a wounded donkey.

From the hands of the platoon knives and axes, several butchers who were temporarily transferred to their jobs used very unprofessional methods to let the struggling animals, spurting out a large amount of blood, accidentally wasted in the sludge and dust, causing a burst of scolding.

After vigorously slicing open, the colorful liver and intestine internal organs seemed to be wet, accompanied by the hot smoky heat and fishy smell, and fell to the ground with a splash, revealing the blood-colored inner cavity and diaphragm.

In the past two days, because of the death of his relatives, Jiang An, who has been gloomy, his eyes are red, and his face is short-tempered and constipated, he rarely opened his face, lifted his bloodshot intestines, licked his lips and exclaimed

"There is blood sausage to enjoy again......"

The donkey's blood is constantly stirred in a large basin to prevent coagulation, then coarse salt, onion and garlic, tempeh and boiled plate oil residue are added, and then the intestines are filled with a funnel, tied tightly with fine thread and then placed on the pyre in bundles to smoke. It is said that this is a big dish that the local wealthy family does not enjoy until the New Year's Festival.

The other parts were also disassembled, divided into different parts along the texture, and the bones were also thrown into the boiling big soup pot, boiling and floating layers of thick gray blood foam, and the thick smell of blood mixed with the aroma of the soup, so that the onlookers and the prongs showed a certain look of expectation, except for the so-called broth that was too faint to be appreciative, they had not seen the real taste of meat for a long time.

As one of the more precious animals of this era, almost every part of its body can be used, even if it looks useless hooves and fur, or when it goes into the water, for example, the huge bladder can be made into a water bag, and even the foul digestive matter taken out of the internal organs is said to treat gold wounds and burns.

Cao Lizi, who happily peeled the skin and dried it on a high place, suddenly seemed to have swallowed a big egg, and rolled the huge donkey's head into the dust, mixed with blood and splashed everywhere, making it filthy.

Shogan and his friends were stunned, including me,

Because following the direction of his stunned, we clearly saw that the camp of the Qingzhou Army was on fire, and the hot air balloon that was hurriedly raised was also lit from the bottom up.

And in the garrison of the village soldiers and volunteers near the official and military camp, it was already like boiling water, shouting and killing into a chaotic chaos, and from time to time there were graceful figures, shouting and running out of the firelight, and then being cut down by the people chasing behind them.

It can be seen that it was the banner of a certain rebel army before, and they suddenly turned against the water with a white cloth on their heads, attacked the left and the near in all directions, and set fire to the camp tent. You know, as the object of assignment and cooperation, the general Kishi and the leader of the other party had a drink, and exchanged some things and news.

Who knew that it would be so anti-water, because of the early arrival, the place where our troops camped deviated far away, and the terrain was relatively high, so luckily it was not affected.

until

A small group of officers on horseback, escorting a blue-robed officer, rushed into our camp in the midst of the chaos and remembered that the door needed to be sealed.

The rout soldiers who followed closely and cried for their father and mother were completely blocked out of the camp, and after they shouted and scolded to no avail, they had to curse and flee around the camp.

"Damn ,......"

"Yingjun and Fubo Battalion are finished,"

"Going down the river is full of flags and floating corpses,"

"Overseas rebel parties have landed."

"I'm afraid that Deng Zhoujun will fall faster......"

They sat on horseback, shouting loudly as if no one was around, and the blue-robed official coughed heavily, and then they quieted down.

"Who is in charge here...... Come and talk."

The officer of the leading army said in a loud voice, he was wearing a one-piece mountain pattern armor, and he looked dignified, but the flesh and blood on his body made him look a little wolf.

Well, isn't it my protagonist's aura that comes into play, and the opportunity to show his domineering spirit has arrived.