"Didi, Didi......" The sharp whistle sounded suddenly.

Morse was shocked and woke up from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at the thick wooden rafters on the roof, feeling a little strange. Memories flooded back my mind.

Only then did he realize that this was the city of Viji, not the station of the Eastern Province.

This huge difference in time and space made him feel a little strange - just a few days, and without much effort, he was already in a place nearly two thousand miles away?

No matter how I think about it, I feel that it is a little unreal.

At this moment, the roars of the officers were already ringing out.

"Get up all of you, and in ten minutes, gather outside, hurry up and ......."

At the sound of that hoarse roar, the soldiers all jumped up from their beds, and then scrambled like headless flies.

Fifteen minutes later, they were standing outside the barracks in good spirits, lined up.

When Moore stood in the middle of the line, he suddenly realized that this scene was also so familiar. It's as if you're still in the barracks of the Eastern Province.

At this time, the officer on duty stepped forward, glanced at everyone, counted the number of people, and then led everyone towards the restaurant.

Through the white fish in the sky, Moore saw that the Ney Legion was also not far away, eating breakfast.

Although it was still far away, Moore could clearly smell the pungent fragrance coming from the other party.

He couldn't help but sniffle: What is that, why is it so fragrant? Just smelling the smell already makes people drool.

Before he could ask, someone next to him shouted angrily: "These young master soldiers gnaw on chicken legs early in the morning." I'm not afraid of indigestion either. ”

There was an uproar in the team: those Naian soldiers actually ...... Are you actually eating meat? ～

Is meat casual to eat?

Everyone who is a soldier can eat a full meal every day and pay on time, and they are already grateful to the Grand Duke. And these guys are actually eating meat~

The officer next to him saw that there was chaos in the team, and he was immediately furious: these puppies can't walk when they smell meat, it's just too embarrassing, not only to lose their face, but also to lose their own face as an officer, to lose the face of the soldiers of the Eastern Province, and even to lose the face of the Grand Duke.

He shouted a few words. That's when the ruffians were suppressed.

At the same time, there was also a burst of envy and jealousy in his heart: he just heard that Nai Anbing's treatment was good, but he didn't expect it to be so good.

Immediately, everyone came to their dining place, but they saw a group of cooks who were busy sweating profusely, and they were putting a boiling hot pot, and there were a large pile of strange jars on the table next to them.

When each soldier went up, he received a hot soup, and then a piece of bread and a jar. And he sent them away.

Moore also stepped forward to receive one, holding his own food in one hand while weighing the small jar very inexplicably.

The small jar looked like it was made of thin iron sheets, and it was heavy to the touch, only about half a catty, and when I checked it hard, there seemed to be something in it, and it was moving.

He looked at it carefully, and was very surprised at the little jar, what was this thing for?

How can you get one of these things when you eat?

He looked around, but found that his comrades-in-arms around him were all unknown, so a large group of old men formed a circle, with their butts facing outward, squatting on the ground, looking upside down.

There were passing Naian soldiers who saw their appearance, and they couldn't help laughing, and then the gang of dogs didn't leave, just squatted not far away, watching them laugh as if they were watching some circus.

Their ridicule made the crowd a little bewildered and angry.

Everyone knows what's wrong, but they can't say what's wrong.

Finally, one of the soldiers of Naian could not stand it anymore, and came over and said to Mohr, "Brother, this is not the case. This is a march can.

To eat this, you have to pick the lid open with a knife. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled out a dagger from his waist, and with great skill, he thrust it into a certain place in the can. Immediately after that, I heard a 'bang'. A round lid was picked up.

Immediately a tangy fragrance came.

Moulton's eyes widened: yes, it tasted the same as what the soldiers had just eaten.

He looked down and saw a large piece of gooey inside.

He dared to taste it: it was meat, yes. Also, it tastes pretty good.

He reflexively took another bite, and then another bite.

At this time, the soldiers next to them also did the same, picked up their cans one after another, and then lowered their heads to eat.

Watching them gobble up their food, the soldier next to him said disdainfully: "These hillbillies." I don't even know how to eat a can. Immediately, he strode away.

Everyone blushed for a while, and felt that they were very low to the Naian, if there was a crack in the ground, they would have already gotten in.

The soldier next to him snorted at the man's back and said, "Show off your fart, when you first got it, weren't you like an idiot." ”

He paused, then turned his head, looked at Mohr, and said, "Brother, this can is finished, don't throw it away." The Quartermaster Department is still going to recycle. According to them, this thing is going back to make improvised grenades. ”

Moore thanked the soldier again and again.

The soldier smiled and said, "It's okay. I am also a Constantine. Everyone is a fellow countryman. ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, turned and walked away.

Moore sat down again, and was immediately surprised to find that his comrades had eaten extremely 'hi' one by one.

Several guys have already eaten the mouth of the can, and then they took their fingers and groped in it for a while, and even licked it directly with their tongues, he couldn't help but feel ashamed, this eating appearance is too disgusting. No wonder people look down on themselves.

At the same time, he also secretly cheered up, he must be careful everywhere, win some light for himself, at least he can't be so embarrassed and conspicuous anymore.

After everyone had breakfast, an officer came with a large cart of tools to distribute tasks to everyone and build the city defense.

Mohr's company was given the task of picking up a trench.

A large group of people came to the outside of the city with shovels and pickaxes, and dug a trench outside the city wall.

Someone made a mistake, looked at a small tree next to it, and immediately shoveled it down with a shovel, and then couldn't help but gasp.

As soon as the shovel went down, he cut off the little tree. When I got closer, I saw that the incision was extremely smooth and flat. The shovel is too sharp.

Although I knew that Nai'an's steel was good and the yield was high, I didn't expect that their farm tools and weapons were at the same level.

Their equipment is so good~

Everyone couldn't help but feel a burst of envy and jealousy: These young master soldiers~

More looked around, and saw that the soldiers of the Naian Army were pulling the barbed wire not far ahead, and the wire was all covered with sharp barbs, extremely sharp.

Farther away, someone was marking something on the ground. After each section, he drew some white dots and waved at the city.

He thought about it sideways for a while, and then understood that the other party was marking the shooting range, but the strange thing was that the shooting range marked by the other party was too far, and the farthest was six or seven miles away. What cannon can hit so far?

And he looked left and right, and did not find any artillery positions.

He couldn't help but be extremely curious, and he paid attention to those people.

After a while, I saw that the people who were calibrated outside had completed their tasks, and they all hurried back. Then after a while, I heard someone blow the whistle and shout: "Shelling, be careful." A sharp whistling sound sounded not far away.

He looked up and saw a few black dots barely visible to the naked eye streak across the sky and fall into the distance.

Immediately, I saw orange fires rising into the air on the ground in the distance. The blown earth and rocks flew wildly, turning into clouds of black smoke.

At this time, the violent explosion was heard.

The people of Moore couldn't help but glance at each other, and then couldn't help but scold again: These young master soldiers~

Originally, they thought that the artillery in their hands was already good. Colonel Hinker was almost like a father. But compared to other people's cannons, it's not even as good as.

With Colonel Hink's temper, if he had known, he would probably have smashed his cannon on the spot, and then spat thick phlegm on it, and then pee on it.

When it was noon, a cook brought their food directly.

Moore was holding the can at this time, and he knew what to do. But then it was discovered that along with the cans, there were three small sealed paper packets, in addition to a pack of palm-sized rectangular soft cardboard boxes.

This time Moore was shrewd, he was ruthless, and opened the small paper bag, only to find that it was just a promiscuous powder, licked it, and grinned with sour teeth.

The other carton was full of grass wrapped in paper sticks, and he tasted it, and found it extremely unpalatable.

This was very strange to him. Looking left and right, the people next to him didn't understand, and the soldier who had helped was not nearby, and finally he turned his heart to the cheeky and asked for advice from the soldiers who were pulling the barbed wire not far away.

The soldier seemed to teach a hillbilly, with a smile on his face, took the small paper bag, then poured it into the empty kettle next to him, finally poured hot water, shook it again, and then poured a cup for everyone, and then said: "This is orange powder, flush water and drink." Sweet and sour, it can supplement nutrition. ”

As he spoke, he raised his neck and poured all the glass of water into it, and then sighed comfortably.

The people learned from him, and they tasted it. I suddenly realized that this thing tasted much better than plain water.

, even drinking water has so much attention~

Everyone couldn't help but glance at each other, and while being ashamed of themselves, they all scolded fiercely in their hearts: These young master soldiers~

Immediately, the soldier picked up the carton again, skillfully pulled out a paper stick from the middle, held it to his mouth, and then used a lighter, lit it with a 'snap', took a deep breath, and then sprayed out a big cigarette roll, and then said: "This is a cigarette from Nai'an, when it's okay, smoke one, you can refresh your mind." You can also pass the time. ”

Moore couldn't help but curse in his heart again: These young master soldiers.

cigarettes, he had also heard of some. But I'm not interested, and the price is not cheap. Therefore, it is rarely asked. I didn't expect these Nai soldiers to take it as a necessity.

He followed the soldier's example, smoked one, and immediately choked and coughed.

The soldier immediately grinned happily and said, "It seems that you are not used to it. Then I took the cigarette. ”

As he spoke, he put it in his pocket. Then he looked at the others and said, "If you don't want any of you, send them to me." ”

The soldiers next to them looked at each other, then shook their heads in unison. They are not stupid, although they don't know what is good about this cigarette, but looking at the soldier's insatiable appearance, they know that this thing is a good thing, how can it be given away for nothing?

The soldier was a little disappointed, asked a few more questions, and finally had to go away in a huff.

Looking at his back, Moer couldn't help but sigh, these young master soldiers are really capable of doing it~

Food, drink, and smoke are available. Is this a soldier? This is a master.

At this moment, a loud roar was heard not far away.

Moore turned his head to look, and saw dozens of war fortresses in the sky speeding towards this side. Those war forts carried back the second group of soldiers.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then looked at the other soldiers, and a cruel smile appeared on his face: they had lost their face just now, and their grandson, who had been pretending for a long time, could finally show off in front of the new people. Regain some mental balance.

Under the uninterrupted transportation of the war fortress, the city of Viji gradually stabilized its defenses.

××××× General Orlandini opened the envelope sent by the lich Marcel, and instantly his face showed ecstasy, and he shouted excitedly: "God help me~"

The lich Marcel smiled proudly and said, "With these things, I believe that the general will be sure in the future battle, right?"

"That's nature~" General Orlandini stared at the map with his eyes fixed on the map, and said without raising his head: "With such detailed information, even the stupid group that stayed in Arcaderine could win." ”

General Orlandini suddenly rolled his eyes, thought of a stern question, frowned and looked at the lich Marcel, with a suspicious expression on his face, and said, "These things, they can't be fake, right?"

The lich Marcel snorted coldly and swore solemnly: "Absolutely not~"

General Orlandini still didn't dare to believe that he was also an experienced and sophisticated veteran, and he knew that the pie that fell from the sky must be poisonous.

This information is too accurate and detailed, and the account in the battle report details the movements of every army corps and every brigade in the north.

With this information, the northern part of the Ruman Empire is transparent in front of his eyes.

So much so that General Orlandini could not believe that such a good thing would fall on his head.

He smacked his lips, didn't dare to say anything to death, and said slowly: "These things, we still need to sum up ......"

The lich Marcel was a little annoyed by Orlandini's suspicions, and flicked his sleeves in dissatisfaction, saying, "There is no problem with the source of the information~"

"Where did this come from?" General Orlandini couldn't help but ask, seeing that the lich Marcel was so sure that he couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart.

The lich Marcel sneered and said, "This is top secret, only His Majesty and I know, are you sure you want to know?"

General Orlandini hurriedly shook his head like a rattle, and cursed in his heart: Why did you ask such a layman's question~

The only one who can get information about the movement of hundreds of thousands of regular troops in the north of Ruman can only be spies lurking in the high-ranking ranks of the government army of the Ruman Empire.

This kind of spy can withstand at least 300,000 troops, and it is a well-known strategic weapon, of course, it must be kept absolutely secret, and he, the commander of the northern front, is not qualified to know about it.

However, since the High Priest of the Dead also knew, this information was very credible.

Orlandini bowed respectfully and said, "Thanks to the master, with the help of the master, the victory of our army is as easy as a finger." ”

The lich Marcel said proudly: "Of course, but, Your Excellency, I want to thank His Majesty the Divine Throne first." ”

"That's right. Orlandini clapped his hands and laughed, nodding yes.

After receiving the valuable information, Orlandini and the Semitic generals put their heads together and immediately threw themselves into the analysis and collation of the information.

"This thing is good~" At the first glance of the map and military reports, the Semitic generals praised in unison.

"How the hell did you get it?"

Orlandini smiled reservedly, waved his hand, and said, "This is not a question you should ask. You just have to use it. ”

The military newspaper in the north of Ruman circulated in their hands, and the generals couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The north of Ruman is really empty. ”

Through the detailed military report, the Semitic general immediately came to this conclusion.

The regular army in the north of the Ruman Empire, with only a few legions left, 350,000 people, was still scattered across the vast land of the northern Ruman to defend important cities.

General Orlandini stretched out his hand and pressed the old map, and said loudly: "Gentlemen, I have decided to make this our first target. ”

His finger was on the city of Viz.

As a famous city in the north, Weiji City has been the center of the northern front line for hundreds of years, and the 100,000 troops originally stationed here have been completely transferred.

"It may be that the Jumans are great, or they may think that the barbarians have been completely pacified," General Orlandini smiled slightly, and said, "At present, there is only one city defense force left in Viji City to maintain law and order. The number is less than 10,000. ”

"It's a bit far, isn't it?" Immediately, some people objected, and the city of Viji was still hundreds of miles away from the northern border of the Ruman Empire, and to the north of the city of Viji, there were several large and small cities.

"We should take this star city near the border with Ruman as our base base. ”

General Orlandini shook his head and said, "Our battle is about speed, and we must take the city of Ruman in one go when the people of Ruman have not reacted and have no time to mobilize troops from other parts of the country."

Capturing those small cities will only waste our time. ”

"Gentlemen~" Orlandini raised his voice, looked up at the Semitic generals under his command, and said, "Although the Ruman Empire has transferred 300,000 troops, they still have nearly 500,000 usable troops in their country.

In the East alone, they garrisoned 300,000 troops, led by the famous Bloody Hand Butcher.

We, cannot, give the Rumans time to assemble their armies. ”

The generals nodded in agreement, if they really want to fight a protracted war, it will definitely be bad for them. Given time to the Rumans, they could even raise two or three million troops.

"And, more importantly, this~" Orlandini pulled out a military newspaper, pinched it in his hand and turned it around, showing it to everyone.

There are only a few short sentences on it: "The military rations have all been in place, and the inspection is correct, and they can be written off."

"What does this mean?" Orlandini smirked and said, "This means that there are enough military rations and supplies in Viji City for our army. ”

The eyes of the Semitic generals instantly flashed a wolf-like green light, and the supplies carried by their landing troops were very limited, and they were fighting with the idea of fighting to raise supplies in the Ruman region.

Food is their primary concern.

"That's Vizi~" The generals unanimously agreed with Orlandini's plan.

Two days later, the Semitic people marching in the mountains could clearly feel that the wind blowing on their faces was no longer so cold, and that the midday sun was shining warmly on their bodies.

The barbarian Taibo, who had led the way for the Semitic army, shouted excitedly and ran against the line towards Orlandini.

He waved his arms and shouted, "We're here, we're here in Ruman~"

Before he could run to Orlandini's horse, Tebo fell to the ground at once, knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, and said urgently: "We have arrived at Ruman, General, here, here~"

Orlandini suddenly raised his head to look south, then flicked the reins and said "ha", and his horse rushed up the hillside, standing on the top of the hill and looking south.

At the foot of the mountain is a vast plain stretching as far as the eye can see.

The land was teeming with life, in stark contrast to the barren and dead gray mountains behind him.

There are large areas of farmland on the plains, and the yellowed wheat waves loom in the wind, like the microwave of the sea, which is very beautiful, and the fields are dotted with green or yellowish forests, all the way to the end of the sight.

Beneath the horizon, the black outline of the town can be faintly seen.

"We're ......," Orlandini said excitedly to himself.

The Semitic generals were so excited that they took off their hats and waved them and shouted.

Suddenly there was a loud shout from behind them.

"Hooray~"

Knowing that they had arrived at the northern border of Ruman, the Semitic soldiers were also excited, and after a long journey of thousands of miles, they had finally arrived at their destination today.

The golden kingdom of Ruman, right in front of their eyes.

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