A gust of wind blew, and the ferry port a mile away gradually revealed its true face: several ferries two or three feet long were quietly moored in the calm bay, gently undulating with the waves; It may be too early, and there is not even a single rabbit to be seen on the dirt road that extends from the ferry. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With a stalk of grass in its mouth, the monkey squinted at the empty crossing, searching his mind for a war report on it—an important gateway connecting the Korean Peninsula with Ganghwa Island, about a mile long, and a few battalions from Incheon County stationed on the other side; Walk about ten miles along the dirt road under your feet, and you can reach the south gate of Ganghwa County; And this small hill where the monkey is located is stuck on the side of the dirt road.

“…… An observation post will be set up here to keep a close eye on the movements of the troops stationed on the other side...... If there is any abnormal movement, the observation post will gallop back, and I will move with my camera...... "The pillars on the mountainside are making the final arrangements before the war-they are all planned by the General Staff, and it is rare for him to memorize such a passage of words so fluently."

Not only can he recite it, but the monkey has already memorized the rest of the plan backwards.

The 2nd and 3rd battalions of the 1st Regiment of the Fuliao Army set off with the Qinwang Army first, and launched a feint attack on Ganghwa County with a bluff, so that the frightened Ganghwa County Observer sent reinforcements from the garrison of Goryeo Palace; Zhu Zi personally led a battalion to sneak to the outside of the Goryeo Palace to raid, and the battle must be ended within half an hour, regardless of whether the rescue was rescued or not, he immediately rushed to the south of the city to join the large army, retreated towards the landing point under cross-cover, and finally got on the ship and went north.

This plan was repeatedly deduced by the General Staff - judging by the intelligence, the extremely timid observation in Ganghwa County made it 90% likely that troops would be sent for reinforcements, and once the garrison of Goryeo Haenggong was less than 1,000 people, a sneak attack by a battalion would be 90% sure that Gwanghae-jun would be rescued!

“…… The tasks of each ministry are clear, right? In the morning breeze, the pillar described the whole plan again, and after finishing speaking, he glanced at the generals gathered around, and there was no longer the same anxiety and worry in his eyes, only firmness and determination; This gaze infected all the generals who attended the meeting, and the latter nodded loudly.

"Alright, that's right!" Zhu Zi nodded, took out his pocket watch from his bosom, looked at it and said, "It's 6:17 in the morning, 13 minutes for the logistics Wang army to set off, our first battalion will set off in half an hour, and we will launch a sneak attack on time at 8:30!" …… At 9 o'clock, we gathered at the Beiguan Cloud Temple in the southeast of the city! …… Departures! ”

When he turned to leave, the monkey felt that the last wave of the pillar was very familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen it; It wasn't until he returned to the camp of the third battalion that he remembered - isn't this what Gongzi often did after the pre-war mobilization in the past? It seems that the pillar has learned even the most subtle places!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile - not only the pillars, but almost all the old people in the escort team had this problem, and they would subconsciously follow the Childe, from the tone of speech to the mannerisms, it seemed that if they learned all this, they would be able to win all battles like the Childe.

The monkey is not disgusted with their follow-after all, he is a white-pole soldier, and he has worshiped the generals of the Qin family like the pillars; Because of this, although he now agrees that Gongzi Ye is more powerful than the generals of the Qin family, he is no longer as fanatical as the pillars after that stage; Coupled with the fact that he is a flying and jumping temperament, he is even more disdainful of changing according to the appearance of others.

"Turtle son, stand up!" Thinking about this in his heart, the monkey's mouth was not idle, half joking and half seriously kicking the brothers sitting on the ground, "Check the equipment!" Ready to go! ”

The three battalions walked all night, one by one tired and hungry, taking advantage of this small half-hour rest to eat fried noodles, eat fried noodles, drink water. This fried noodles are fried with soybean oil on raw wheat, and then put into a grinding plate to grind into noodles and put them in a sheep intestine bag, and when they are eaten, they are watered; No matter how much you eat, you will feel full after grabbing three or two handfuls; A foot-long bag of sheep intestines is enough for a person to eat for two or three days, and three or four on his back can sustain a ten-year battle, which not only saves the time of burying the pot for cooking, but also greatly reduces the danger of exposure in front of the enemy - if these thousand people cook at the same time, the cooking smoke is magnificent.

The only fly in the ointment is that this fried noodles are dry and astringent, which is really difficult to swallow; However, for this taste, the aunts of the grain group added a lot of peanut kernels, sesame seeds and refined salt in the frying process, and even put a little snowflake sugar, and the light and tasteless fried noodles suddenly turned into a sweet and salty delicacy.

"It's up, it's up! …… Two boys, the pot is on the back! ”

"Uncle, you don't have to cook, why are you carrying such a big pot?"

“…… If you want to carry it, you will carry it, don't grind and chirp! …… Why do you still want to throw it away? I can't beat you to death, little rabbit! ”

“……”

"Without the pot, is our cooking class still called a cooking class? …… Hurry up and put it on your back! Later, when I returned to the boat, I pointed to this pot and cooked a good meal to treat the brothers! ”

……

There was a small commotion in the distance, and the monkey looked over and found that it was a company of cooking squads, caused by the grumbling of the little soldier who carried the pot.

The short conversation between the squad leader and the little soldier caused the monkey to think deeply - when the fried noodles were just sent down, he didn't think too deeply except for the sweet taste, but this morning's short break of dozens of minutes reminded him of the time back then.

If you want to march and fight and eat at the beginning, that is the top priority in the battalion!

People are iron and steel, especially Qiu Ba, who rely on physical strength to earn their lives, those few bites of food a day and two days a day are really the most basic guarantee for carrying a knife into battle - you can't kill a tartar if you are hungry!

But it was really not easy to gnaw on a piece of bun and drink hot soup at the beginning - all flags and troops always had to receive rations, and after receiving rations, they had to dig a stove and bury the pot, and they were not allowed to cut firewood and cut wages after burying the pot?

That's not all, you can't keep a formation when cooking, and in order not to be attacked by the enemy, you have to set up a camp - even if it's a hasty camp, don't even think about it for half an hour!

In addition, the rations were generally insufficient, and the brothers in the camp had to eat by grabbing, and even the scum could not reach it if they were a little slower, and the result was that eating a meal was more tiring than going into battle to kill the enemy!

All in all, most armies nowadays have to spend a small and half time on the matter of eating on the march - solving a meal in an hour is considered an elite division, and if the battalion head with a hammer is not good, it will take two hours, and after cutting these out, how much time can be spent on the march every day?

The monkey subconsciously pinched the sheep intestine bag wrapped around him, and then thoughtfully glanced around at the brothers who were burping and lazily forming the whole team, and suddenly a sentence from the mouth of the prince flashed in his heart: "Fighting, especially with the Tartars, the last thing to fight is logistics!" ”

Now, he seems to have kind of understood! (To be continued.) )