It's a shame,"

Yang Si, the secretary of the military department who had just worked hard to help the army lose the country, and was promoted to the rank of privy governor, Jin Wen Jiahou, also sighed in his temporary office.

Of course, his promotion to the throne is not a companion in a sense, as an additional addition to the generals under the command of Su Taiwei to show the integration of the inside and outside.

For this reason, the gold, silver, and other goods that he had been rewarded with by his hand were not only hundreds of thousands, but it is said that even the palace and female officials in Ouchi were pulled out as part of the reward and assigned to the middle-ranking generals who returned to King Qin.

After all, the two walled cities in the north and south of this camp are equivalent to taking charge of nearly eighty percent of the military strength inside and outside Luodu in disguise, and they are on the side of the elbow and armpit of the lord to do all the arbitrary things of the war; Therefore, some methods of mixing up different theories and controlling large and small theories also need to be implemented and maintained in private.

"It's almost ......"

As Yang Si's subordinate servant, Yang Jing also had a very unwilling expression.

"If you don't come early, you won't come late...... But at this time......"

"It's really bad for me to work hard......"

Driven by the exemplary role of Li Chuwen's departure, as well as the high vigilance and pressure from the internal high-level who are particularly sensitive; Originally, he had secretly connected and co-opted a group of people, including several generals in the army, and it was easy to persuade them to be ready to act.

As a result, Su Yuanjing, the captain of Zhenbei, returned south with a large group of reinforcements, but he frightened them back with the signs and thoughts they were about to move. Coupled with the lavish reward before this battle, the situation has turned around and improved, and some people even plan to completely cut off contact with their side.

Fortunately, the army brought back by Su Yuanjing was not as warlike and invincible as the legend, especially the series of battles around the three passes of Heyang Bridge, which also made many rumors become noisy in the city;

Therefore, those who are secretly in contact and contact with the object have not completely made up their minds to give up this back road and possible life, and have run out and denounced themselves, but they have also kept their distance......

At the same time, a corner of the southern part of the city,

When Lucky Sula woke up again, he found that he had lost all his subordinates again, and he was already lying in the wounded barracks of the Southern Dynasty, surrounded by all kinds of accents from all over the world.

It seems that because of the tattered robe he weared, he was picked up and treated as a survivor of his own side.

Although the means of admission were very simple, he finally treated several major external injuries on his body, and even the burns on the back of his neck were re-smeared with a cool ointment and wrapped in clean gauze.

It's just that the depression and faint pain in his chest are still reminding him of the fact that he was once injured and vomiting blood by the recoil of the gun truck, but when he pressed it with his hand, it turned into a heart-rending pain, and he didn't know how many bones were broken under his ribs.

It seems that in the end, it was those Southern troops who gained the upper hand, so that his life was transferred as a wounded, and he couldn't help but show a bleak wry smile when he thought of this.

Someone pushed him from behind, but it was an unfamiliar face, but in his hand lived a stick made of a tree branch. Sura instinctively wanted to grab any object and hit the other party in the face, but she grabbed it again, and then she remembered that she was still in the enemy camp.

He couldn't help but show an embarrassed and weird expression, and the other party was still saying something to him in a vague accent, and then became a little annoyed and reached out and squeezed him to the side.

"This guy hurt my brain...... And don't pay attention to him."

And the muttering sound of the people who came behind him, he could finally understand it.

"Hurry up, it's time to start a gang......"

The word "open" suddenly caught Sura's heart, and his empty stomach seemed to be getting some kind of signal and contracted and throbbed and made some kind of gurgling sound, well, to be honest, he didn't know how long he had been asleep.

He concentrated all his strength on keeping up with the men, and made his way through the cramped tents and the moaning beds of the wounded, and a moment later he came to a building that had survived the rest of the building.

It can be vaguely seen that this is the main hall part of a temple, just four? There were blackened marks from the fire, and the remaining clay statues were pushed to the ground as the bottom of some kind of cook.

The main food for the wounded is porridge and rice cooked in a deep-bottomed cauldron where two people hug each other, and the porridge rice is wrapped in a small amount of gray brown rice and a kind of oiled paper, like wall tiles, and boiled out of powdered water.

At the end of the boiling water, a few more clay cans with the words "substitute meat or dried vegetables" written on them were added, and a large stack of black things rolled up like pieces of paper were broken and sprinkled into it, and boiled over high heat.

And these are all taken out of the crates piled on the ground, and the words "three-in-one", "battlefield" and "Lanlufang" are vaguely visible on the boxes.

As a result, the aroma of the food was thick and tumbling from far and near, and as the shrill whistle was blown, the crowd gathered around the room quickly lined up in several thick lines amid the cacophony of shouts and shouts.

At least Sula can use his eyes to see that the porridge water is thick enough to stand up chopsticks, and there are crystal oil flowers floating on the soup in the cauldron.

Then add a spoonful according to the head of the queue, and each person can also grab a handful of black salted vegetables or a small piece of broken dried sauce from the large and small basins on the side in turn, sprinkle it on top of the porridge and rice, and stir it vigorously.

Sula also noticed that the servants who were working in the pot and stove ate the baked potatoes or potatoes pulled out of the fire, and then begged for the residue of the dried sauce and smeared it on it to taste delicious.

In the end, he took a broken pottery bowl with a gap, and was lucky enough to wait until the last bit of the pot of porridge and rice, and the residue that adhered to the ground was scraped and scooped up and poured into his bowl, which not only looked thicker than other people's porridge and rice, but also piled up high on the edge of the bowl, faintly revealing the condensed flesh and bone residue.

Although some of them were burnt and there were a lot of rattling grains of sand in the salted vegetables, it still made him eat with relish, and he only felt that the aftertaste was abnormal.

After all, this was also the best meal he had eaten since he was sent to lead the army; Before that, he and his subordinates could only nibble on dead dough with a lot of bran or eat boiled dead batter together, and even use dried fried wheat grains on pottery shards as food for food in the battlefield;

His only privilege and preferential treatment as the leader is that when he is repairing in the rear, he can get a few pieces of dried meat of dead people, or blackened cured meat that has been marinated for an unknown number of years, and after chopping it hard, he can use it to cook a pot of turbid broth to beat his teeth and deceive his stomach.

Obviously, compared to the Luodu Imperial Court, which is desperate both internally and externally and increasingly supplied, the daily life of the army on the southern side is much better, and at least it can be mixed up.

However, there were apparently people who were not satisfied, and complained loudly around him.

"How can you still get a three-in-one battlefield ration......"

"Is there only a few ways for the firehead army to turn over and over......?"

"Lao Tzu was born and died, bleeding and sweating, and when he arrived in the wounded camp, he could only eat things all day long......

"Shh......hh

This is the companion of the old man

"It's good to eat some......"

"Nowadays, it is not easy to supply in front of the army, and many things have to be sent from the rear for thousands of miles......"

"You don't see anyone in the team stealing horse feed......"

"This is a three-in-one produced by Lanlufang...... and not other in-house, naval weapons"

"They even dare to use stinky salted fish and moldy bacon that have been in place for decades to supply the ...... in the army."

"Don't be suspicious of this three-in-one ,......"

Another mocking voice spoke

"If you have the ability, you can go to the army in front of the palace or defend the army......"

"It's better to join the swing or pick a striker team if it's not good......"

"People's rations are five-in-one, seven-in-one, and even ten-in-one special rations......"

"I'm afraid that if you don't have a life, you will be ......"

Lanlufang? , Sula looked carefully at the crates used to stack all kinds of cooking utensils, and silently wrote them down in her heart. There was a bit of abruptness in my heart, it seemed that in terms of the supply of ordinary soldiers, whether it was the Northern Tang Dynasty or the Southern Liang, there was a similarity.

If you have the chance, you still have to find a way to get some in case you need them.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to eat, Sula observed for a while before he was able to confirm that this was indeed one of the many temporary wounded and sick treatment camps in the southern rebellion, but the wounded in the camp came from a variety of sources, and almost every moment there were people of different formations and affiliations, who were carried down and sent in for disposal, and not everyone could know each other or know each other.

This gave him a little confidence and confidence to hide,

He made up his mind to pretend that his throat was injured and never spoke again, so that he could hide in this environment until the injury was better...... As for the rest, the rest can only be counted as one step at a time.

At this time, suddenly a noise came from far and near, and the wounded who were eating couldn't help but put down the utensils in their hands and stood up, looking forward and listening carefully.

"What's wrong again......"

"Is it the Beiyu who are attacking the neighborhood again......

"It's another big win in the north......"

The chatter came to an abrupt end with a soldier who rushed in and ran away with his shoes.

"Reinforcements, reinforcements from the west road have arrived......"

"I also brought a large amount of grain and grass from Shu......