832. Northern Expedition II in the Snowstorm

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After waiting for three days, the snowstorm did not stop.

An Sanxi decided not to wait.

On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the cavalry army of 50,000 people changed into camel mounts and officially set off.

Previously, it was because of the need to form an infantry army. Huang San, who was stationed in Zaidolun City, had already set off to Xincheng with his infantry division years ago. The infantry division will serve as the backbone to supplement the elite militia and expand into an infantry corps. Huang San will become the first commander of the infantry corps.

Now, Duolun's city defense is completely left to the three militia divisions brought by Zhao Shuigan.

Fortunately, students who graduated from the academy have come here in large numbers, established a complete government agency, and the city and surrounding pastures have been managed in an orderly manner. Zhao Shuigen is only responsible for defense.

An Sanxi rode on the camel and looked back at Duolun City. I feel a little sad. If you leave, you may not be here again in the future. Although others don't know about the master's westward expansion, he still knows it.

When the master integrates all the power of the Mongols, he will launch the second western expedition. Repeat the great cause of Genghis Khan.

This time, the Mongols will not stop at the Danube River and the Sinai Peninsula. Instead, it will flood the entire continent.

He still has great feelings for this place. He put a lot of effort into this. But he was relieved to leave it to Zhao Shuigen.

After sorting out his mood, An Sanxi turned his head and set off with a roar.

One hundred thousand camels and fifty thousand elite soldiers formed a huge camel caravan and walked into the blizzard.

The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the strong wind makes it difficult to open one's eyes.

Everyone crouched between the humps to minimize the windward area.

Most of the backbone of the cavalry army are Han officers, but there are also many Mongolians. As for the warriors, only one-third were Han Chinese, and two-thirds were Mongolians.

Compared with the Han people, these Mongolians are more tolerant of cold climates.

They were all slaves and lived at the lowest level. The new owner, Mr. Yang, who is now far away in the new city, has turned them into a wealthy family with cattle and sheep fields. They were all grateful.

Since arriving in Toronto, I have lived a life of abundant supplies.

Such a good day made many people cry with excitement. They never want to forget the days when iron pots were treasures in the past.

They can be clothed and fed, their children can go to school, and there are free hospitals when they get sick. The animal husbandry team is paid monthly wages and food. Whatever you want to buy is available in supermarkets and stores.

They clearly know who gave them all this and who is really good to them. They are now only loyal to Mr. Yang.

Now in winter, their wives and children can live in warm mud houses.

The home has a cast-iron stove, a stove, and a fire wall for heating. There is also hot water to drink. Wear light and warm cotton clothes, eat meat, grain, and dried vegetables.

There are even cellars where cabbages, radishes, and potatoes are stored in the fall.

Their wives also imitated Han women and used extra-large ceramic jars to pickle sauerkraut. One jar of sauerkraut was enough to last a whole winter.

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Such a happy life has never been enjoyed by lower-class Mongolians for generations. They enjoyed it with Mr. Yang.

Once you see the light, you can no longer endure the darkness.

They swore that if anyone wanted to attack Master Yang's territory and take away their good life, they would fight them to the death.

Old Bale walked at the front of the team. He is sixty years old this year.

Mongolians all have short lifespans, and the harsh grassland environment consumes their lives prematurely. He is a rare old man. He is still in good health. Envious.

This time it was Naren Bater who invited him out personally.

At this age, the old man has already been entertaining his grandchildren at home. His five sons, each as strong as an ox, are the backbone of the animal husbandry team and earn a lot of work points a year.

He also gave birth to more than thirty grandchildren.

Each one was as strong as a calf, and he and the old woman were enjoying their happiness at home.

An Sanxi came to him just to let him be his guide. Marching in a snowstorm was no joke, it was fifty thousand men and a hundred thousand camels. If they get lost on the grassland, it is possible that everyone will freeze to death.

The old man had a drink with the legendary hero, now Doron's top general.

After getting drunk with wine, the old man patted his chest and said that he would definitely be allowed to go. He was not old yet, so he would definitely be taken to the winter pasture of Tuxie Tuhan by the army.

Although the blizzard made it blinding, nothing could be seen fifty meters away. It's all a vast expanse of white. The strong wind swept up the flying snow all over the sky, like a wall of snow pressing over from the left front. Rush past one, and there will be the next.

The old man wore sunglasses and goggles and was looking for directions.

Everyone has this kind of thing, and Yang Fan spent a lot of money to send it here. Because this thing is a necessity for winter grassland warfare. Absolutely no.

Why do Mongolians hibernate in winter and dare not come out to their overwintering pastures? Because snow reflects strong sunlight, it can cause blindness, which is called snow blindness.

Before, the cavalry army could so smoothly reach their wintering pastures one after another in winter and eliminate them. It is because of the perfect cold-proof equipment, especially sunglasses and goggles, which protect the eyes.

Although he can't see the situation in the distance, Baller can still lead the team in the right direction. This is the special innate ability of the Mongolians, and it is also the skill that allows them to survive on this grassland.

The camel walked calmly and calmly in a climate of minus 30 degrees Celsius and raging snowstorms. Didn't care about cold snaps and snowstorms at all.

Even if the temperature drops to forty degrees, they are not afraid. Because the camel's thick fur is absolutely warm. All the soldiers on camels felt it. The area where the camel's fur comes in contact is very warm. Holding the hump and leaning down, it felt even warmer.

Finally the night came. It was getting dark. Old Bale found a leeward place for the team to camp.

An Sanxi got off the camel, feeling a little tired. He ordered to camp and rest on the spot. Each unit uses a battalion as its basic unit and consists of one hundred camps. Make a fire and make some hot food so everyone can warm up and regain their strength.

Even though it was a snowstorm, there were still rules for the army to camp.

The combat troops are on the outside, and the command structure and baggage are on the inside. All are subject to strict regulations. If there is an enemy attack, there is also a complete system for how to defend and how to fight back.

Following An Sanxi's order, one hundred battalion-level units formed their own camps. The smallest unit is a group of ten people. They surround the twenty camels in the outer circle to block the cold wind, and the people rest in the inner circle.

Fifty thousand people and 100,000 camels formed a huge camp group in this winter. As fires were lit for cooking, little bits of fire lit up the night sky of the Mongolian plateau.