Chapter 1313: Band of Brothers
With the order of the Grand Duke Julius, the military and political systems of the eastern provinces immediately took action and began to operate at full capacity.
1. According to the plan that has been formulated for a long time, the implementation began in an orderly manner.
'Toot, toot~!'
The shrill whistle kept sounding.
The fifth company of the 506th Regiment of the 101st Division of the Eastern Army, Private 1st Class Mohr, couldn't help but moan in pain, and then he held his head tightly with both hands, as if to block out the nasty sound, and sat up from the bed.
Moore looked out of the windows of the barracks, and saw that it was pitch black, and there was not even a glimmer of light, and he couldn't help but curse, "I hate this damn whistle." β
Judging from the sky, it was not even more than six o'clock at this time.
The soldiers next to him also woke up from their sleep one after another, scolding themselves.
There is not a single soldier who does not hate this damn thing.
Its high-pitched voice can penetrate the brain directly, and even covering it with a pillow has no effect.
Many people think it's the devil's invention.
(More accurately pointed out that the devil lived in the distant city of Nedel, robbed the beautiful princess, opened a multinational monopoly company, slept in a bed made of gold coins, and spent his money every day, living a rotten and enviable life.)
Although the size of the whistle is not large, as long as it uses a little force, it can blow a sharp and piercing sound that tortures people, as if someone has pricked a needle in the brain.
When the officers got it, they wore it with a delicate lanyard and hung it around their necks, holding it in their mouths every day.
And for the soldiers, it was a terrible nightmare.
Every morning when I don't wake up, it rings.
When eating, it rings,
When you drink water, it rings.
When you pee, it rings,
When you poop, it also rings......
And as long as it rings, it doesn't matter what it's doing here. It had to be under a minute and a half. Arrive at the meeting point and line up.
In the name of it, it is an emergency assembly training.
If he does not meet the standard, then what awaits him is a hellish punishment: running 15 kilometers. 500 squats and jumps, 500 push-ups, peeling potatoes, washing toilets, brushing toilets......
Moore was suspicious. Those bitch instructors aren't perverts who crawled up from hell. actually came up with all kinds of ways to toss people anytime and anywhere.
And it's incredible that I didn't go crazy by the toss.
At this time, there was a great chaos in the tent.
The soldiers jumped out of bed one after another, and then, while cordially greeting the female immediate family members of the whistle-blowing officer, they put on their clothes, took up their weapons, and rushed out of the barracks.
Fortunately, as the elite unit of the Eastern Legion, this torturous emergency gathering. They have practiced countless times, and all of them are extremely skilled.
Even in the darkness of the night, the soldiers quickly found their positions, lined up in several rows, and then stood there quietly. Waiting for the order.
Moore even had the leisure to whisper a bet with the brother next to him: "Hey, Bison, these sons of bitches must be well fed and want us to run ten kilometers." β
The burly warrior next to him had a simple face. Just bared his teeth and smiled at him. In the dark night, the white teeth were a little dazzling.
Immediately, a low voice from a junior officer was heard nearby: "Silence." Don't speak. β
Moore rolled his eyes, and then obediently closed his mouth, at this time, there was no good fruit to eat for annoying the officers.
There was silence in the whole team, and no one said anything.
What made it a little strange to Moore was that at this time, those high-ranking officers should have appeared, holding their canes like big men and giving lectures
A few words of encouragement, and then, like a tired silly boy, let everyone run ten to fifteen kilometers. But after a while, there was still not a single high-ranking officer.
The rest of the soldiers in the team also noticed this situation, and there was a faint commotion, but under the constraints of military discipline, none of them made a sound.
Even the junior officers who led the team felt something unusual and looked at each other in surprise.
After a long while, a loud sound of military boots was heard.
"It's coming~!" the soldiers suddenly lifted their spirits and straightened up.
Immediately after, I saw a light come on in front of me.
Under the light of the fire, surrounded by a group of officers, a middle-aged officer strode over.
Everyone immediately recognized that this was their regimental commander, Colonel Hink, an old-fashioned soldier who had risen step by step from the big head soldier.
Immediately afterwards, a slogan sounded: "All ~ Salute ~!"
As the words fell, almost at the same time, all the soldiers raised their right hands and slammed them on their chests, shouting loudly: "Long live the empire~!"
Looking at the full mental state of the soldiers, Colonel Hink nodded with great satisfaction, and then returned the salute.
He paused, then said aloud, "Brethren, we now have an urgent task that we must leave immediately.
For the time being, I can't tell you what the mission is, but I can only tell you that the time has come to dedicate oneself to the empire. β
He wanted to continue, but paused, then said in a loud voice, "Now disband, you have fifteen minutes to pack your belongings, and then the whole team will go." β
After speaking, he took half a step back, put his heels together, saluted with a 'snap', and then turned to leave.
Immediately afterwards, the petty officers of each company shouted loudly.
"Quick, back, pack your bags. β
"Lighten the package as much as possible. β
"Except for necessary materials, nothing else is allowed. β
β......β
Amid their shouting and scolding, the soldiers were scrambling like headless flies. There was a commotion in the camp.
The soldiers rushed into their tents, then rummaged through all sorts of things, turned their beds into a mess, found all the necessary items, and hastily packed them into their knapsacks.
Although it is said that they only carry the necessary supplies, the soldiers still carry as many things as they can, and who knows when it will be useful.
Fifteen minutes later, they were already in line, at the sound of the officer's command. Hurriedly walked out of the camp.
Behind them, in the camp, there was only a mess, like a field of crops that had been arched by a herd of wild boars.
In the midst of the officer's shouting, the soldiers were all buried in the moonlight on their heads. Dizzy. I don't argue about the direction at all, I just know how to follow the back of the person in front of me.
They had been until dawn, all hungry and exhausted, when an order came. Let the crowd rest on the spot.
Everyone was immediately relieved, threw away the backpacks behind them, and sat down on both sides of the road.
At this time, there were already chefs who came over with several large pots of soup and stopped on the side of the road. Then he swung a large copper spoon and struck it on the edge of the basin.
As he knocked, he shouted loudly: "The little cubs are cooking, come quickly, come quickly, the hands are fast, the hands are slow, ah, you can't grab it, starve to death......"
Before his words fell, the soldiers were already holding their basins. Swarm up and surround the chefs.
The chef was immediately furious, waved a long soup spoon, knocked at the soldiers, and scolded, "Line up for Lao Tzu." Queue up, don't even think about eating a single one without queuing. β
Some officers also rushed over, and the soldiers who disturbed the order were also punched and kicked. They screamed when they beat them. This is the restoration of order.
Moore was also hungry for a long time, and hurriedly grabbed a bowl of rice. Using the stunt he practiced in the barracks, he grabbed three pieces of bread with one slap. Then it took the shortest time and ate a clean one.
A bowl of hot soup mixed with meat foam went down to his stomach, and he felt refreshed.
As an excellent soldier, after eating enough, he naturally came to the spirit and began to inquire about the news.
He looked around, then whispered to the person next to him, "Hey, Barr, do you know where we are?"
This time, it doesn't look like a drill. The artillery in the corps was pulled out. β
Four wagons with swarthy artillery stopped not far from them.
This was Colonel Hink's treasure, and he was usually afraid of bumping into it, but he covered it tightly - he had never been so careful with his own father.
Baal took the hot soup, leaned his neck and drank it in one gulp, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took a breath, and then said, "Who knows, but it is estimated that it should be a demon fighter?"
He ended up with a question, obviously unsure.
Now the only people on the continent who are worth fighting are the demons.
Another person next to him was holding a soup bowl, sneered, and said: "The demon people who beat, if you want me to say, it is estimated that our bald old dog can't change his eating, and he wants us to dig Samarkand City by taking this opportunity." I didn't see that the cannons were dragged out. β
Everyone burst into laughter.
Even if you think about it with your ass, you know that this answer can't be correct at all, but Archduke Julian has always been obsessed with Samarkand, and everyone knows it.
Moore looked at the junior officer not far away, and immediately raised his voice: "Lieutenant Peake, do you know where we are?"
The officer paused, turned his head to see the people of Mohr, snorted coldly, and reprimanded: "You're full of food, right? Military secrets, don't ask around." β
With that, leave quickly.
Moore laughed and said in a low voice, "I don't know either." β
The crowd burst into laughter again.
At this moment, another sharp whistle sounded.
The officers immediately jumped to their feet, shouted loudly, and shouted loudly.
Collection. β
"After the break, assemble. β
"All assembled. β
"Line up and get ready to move. β
"Forward ......"
Amid the loud slogans, the Moore crowd patted the dust on their buttocks, hurried into the ranks, and then continued to move forward.
They walked to noon, and when it was time to eat and rest, an officer from the regimental headquarters came over. They were each given a blank piece of paper and a short pencil.
Moore took the pen and paper, studied it in amazement, and looked over and over again to find nothing on it.
Then he was puzzled and asked, "Sir, what is this for?" We are honest poor people, but we can't enjoy this. Only the nobles of the city can do it. β
His words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.
The young officer also laughed, and then said with difficulty: "This is for you to use to write a suicide note." β
Lose...... Note~!
The atmosphere of the scene suddenly froze, and the soldiers were all silent.
Although Moore was bold, he couldn't help but feel filial piety in his chest.
Although the other party did not say it explicitly, who did not know that the considerate action of the regiment headquarters showed that they were about to enter the battle with real swords and guns, and it was very likely that they would die on the battlefield.
The officer paused. Then he continued: "If you have anything to say to your family, you can write it all. If you don't know how to write, you can find a priest in the army.
Three days later, it will be delivered into the hands of your officers. Remember to write down your home address. β
After speaking, he saluted everyone. Then walk away briskly. It seems that I don't want to stay here for a moment.
Look at his back. Moore opened his mouth, and finally spat out a mouthful of spittle, and said, "These officials and masters are all nonsense. This whole day march, tired like the third grandson. How can I have time to write any bullshit stuff. β
Moore angrily threw the pen and paper on the ground.
Immediately, he thought that the topic was too obscure, and immediately coughed lightly, and turned back to the original question. Continuing to greet the crowd, he said loudly, "Brothers. Brethren. There are new rumors coming, we are going out this time because the bald boss is so horny that we Almohads will rob their queen XiΓ to come back to warm the bed. β
All the soldiers and ruffians immediately put pen and paper on their bodies, and then gathered together and talked about it.
Life in the barracks is boring and lonely, and there is nothing more interesting than this kind of gossip.
As for writing a suicide note
This kind of thing is naturally written quietly in the dead of night.
The soldiers gathered together to fight the mountains. Talking about foaming and elated, some people say that it is a war with the demons, fighting the undead high priest raised by the son of a bitch, and some people say that it is going to war with Parthia. Others say that it is the Vatino, the headquarters of the Holy See, which is said to be the headquarters of the Holy See, so it is said that the demons plan to attack there, so they will strengthen their defenses.
Although Moore talked to everyone lively, there was still a conjecture in his heart: that is, the bald boss planned to carry out a military coup d'Γ©tat and get rid of the current emperor.
It's just that this conjecture is crazy. And it's also too unrealistic, so. He didn't dare to say it.
Moreover, looking at the appearance of other people who want to speak and stop, it is obvious that many people also have this kind of conjecture, but like him, they dare not say it with interest.
Dare to say such a rebellious remark, and the officers know it, but it is not as simple as running ten kilometers.
The army stopped and stopped all the way west, and by the afternoon of the next day, Moore was walking with his head buried in his head, when suddenly he heard a loud noise in front of him.
The voice was extremely loud, like the roar of a demonic beast, resounding through the heavens and the earth.
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned and looked up one after another, but there was a small hill in front of them that completely blocked their view, and they couldn't see clearly at all.
To be sure, that was not a normal sound.
They were at a loss for what to do, and they all looked at the officers beside them.
This is an unexpected situation, should everyone fight, retreat, or find a place to hide?
At this time, an officer on a war horse had already rushed up, urging in a loud voice: "Forward, keep going." Hurry~!"
He roared as he rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared ahead.
Everyone was helpless for a while, so they had to stubbornly continue to move forward -- the officers have always been the most afraid of death, and if they dare to rush forward, it means that there is no danger ahead.
The sound of a monster roaring was still remembering, and when they turned the hill in horror and saw the situation in front of them, they all gasped.
Someone whispered, "God of Light, what the hell is that?" β
Moore glanced up, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body.
Not far in front of them, there was a huge black serpent lying on its stomach.
It was nearly 100 meters long and two stories high, and it was completely black, and it was constantly spitting out billowing black smoke from the top of its head, as if it was breathing.
From time to time, it also let out a 'woo-woo' roar, like an ancient monster.
There was a commotion in the ranks.
At this time, the strong will to fight of this elite unit was seen.
Although there was no one to command, the soldiers shouted in unison, clenched their weapons in their hands, bowed their bodies, and some even raised their bows and arrows in their hands, drawing their bowstrings, ready to shoot at any time.
There is no one who takes half a step back at all, let alone turns around and runs away~!
Because at this time, running for your life is faster to die.
Standing on the top of the hill, Colonel Hink couldn't help but feel a pang of pride in his heart when he saw the faces of the soldiers.
He deliberately did not give advance notice just to see what these soldiers were doing, and it turned out that these lads did not disappoint him, they were indeed battle-hardened elites.
At this time, an officer galloped back at the foot of the hill again, shouting: "My own people, no attack, no attack......"
When the soldiers heard this, they all put down their weapons and looked at the giant snake not far away.
They couldn't think of how such a monster could be their own.
Just as they hesitated, they saw an officer holding a command flag galloping past again, shouting: "Don't worry, everyone, this is the train of the Flying Eagle Company." The adults have an order, and everyone can get on the bus. β
Everyone suddenly realized.
Although I don't know much about what kind of train, I also know that Lord Luo and Second Master Lei often tinker with some strange things. What war fortresses, what wagons and whatever. I guess this should be one of a kind.
They cautiously walked to the train and looked at the behemoth in awe. In particular, the huge steel front of the locomotive made them feel a huge shock.
Then, the cars behind the train opened one by one.
Amid the orders and shouts of the officers, the soldiers climbed up one by one.
They looked curiously at their carriage, only to see that it looked like a giant stable. floors, four walls. The ceiling, all made up of long wooden panels. It's just a bare board, not even a chair.
Everyone had to sit on the floor. After a while, the carriage was already packed.
Moore leaned comfortably against a corner, sneered at the person next to him, and said, "What train, isn't this just a large barracks?"
As soon as his words fell, he heard a loud voice outside: "Woo~~~"
Immediately, everyone felt a shock under them. Immediately afterward, they were shocked to find that the carriage actually began to move slowly.
Mohr's eyes couldn't help but widen suddenly, and he scolded in a low voice: "This...... What the hell is this, it actually moves~!"
At this point, the train is accelerating continuously, and then it is getting faster and faster, faster and faster. Galloping quickly towards the west.
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