Huang Xiong also participated in the expedition as the squad leader of the third company. He had never seen such a luxurious march. [No pop-up novel website] The troops marched along the coast, while the Navy's "Fubo" ship was slowly advancing not far away, maintaining the same progress. Every time it was time to camp and rest, the supply ship would quickly dock. , unloading the cooking cart on wheels from the wide ramp.
The cooking cart has a delicate structure and is made of thin iron plates. It has a stove and a chimney. It was originally drawn by horses, but now it is temporarily transported by ship if there are no horses. The firewood collected by the soldiers was quickly ignited, and baskets of food were moved from the ship.
A large pot was set up on the cooking cart and began to boil water. The water was pumped from a special water carrier. This move made Huang Xiong feel extremely extravagant - he knew that these Australians had to "process" everything, including the water they drank - they did not drink raw water. He did not drink water from rivers or wells, and his men were not allowed to do so.
For Ma Qianzhu, who organized the logistics, he didn't think there was anything wrong with such behavior: there was not enough bleaching powder in the crossing to provide purified water in the wild. Moreover, it is quite difficult to supply fresh water along the way along the coast - the western part of Lingao is a water-scarce area. Transporting by ship is safe and convenient, saving soldiers time and energy in finding water.
The food in the basket is neither rice nor noodles, but pieces of food wrapped in paper, with numbers called Arabic numerals marked on them, and a few words: Cao Cao No. 1, Cao Cao No. 2, etc. The paper package has color blocks of different colors. Huang Xiong watched with interest as the cooks opened the paper, revealing gray-white or brown lumps inside, which was really uninteresting.
When the water boils, these large and small lumps are put into the boiling water and cooked, and soon a strange fragrance will emerge from the pot. The scent attracted the yellow bear and the soldiers who had walked for a long time without eating. They came to the source of the scent, something. There was something mushy and brown in color boiling in the pot. It looks very unappetizing, but the aroma is so strong that it makes people drool - especially for this group of people who have been carrying things for a long time.
"What is this?" he asked the cook who was stirring the pot with a spoon.
"Meadow One and Two."
"What is this?"
"I don't know, Chief Ma got it directly from the farm." The cook sniffed, "It smells so good, I don't know what it is."
"Batter? I'm not used to flour." A local soldier from Lingao said.
"Butter? It looks so beautiful on you. I think it's potato starch."
"No, you usually eat white rice, but when you go out to fight, you eat sweet potatoes? How can you do that?" Huang Xiong's experience is that it doesn't matter if the soldiers are as noisy as beggars and have no food or clothing, but once they go into battle , it must be delicious and drinkable.
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!" The cook tapped the edge of the pot with a horse spoon.
The soldiers received meals in order of number. The first one in the first row received the meal, then the second squad, and of course the last one was in the third row and the ninth squad. In order to fully reflect the equality between officers and soldiers, officers at all levels of the New Army lined up with the soldiers to receive meals from the beginning of training. It's now a routine. Although this system annoyed some officers - white rice with salted fish and vegetable soup every day was a luxury meal for soldiers, but it was a bit boring for officers who were used to eating in the logistics canteen. Some people secretly went to the canteen to get extra food after eating. After discovering this problem, Ma Qianzhu strictly prohibited it and ordered the officers to eat together with the soldiers - he himself set an example.
After he endured it for a few days with great perseverance, Ma Qianzhu realized that it was no better than a 5-kilometer cross-country run. The longer he persisted, the easier it became. Instead, the longer he persisted, the more painful it became. Finally, he decided to give the officers extra meals every night. During this expedition, the officers all carried an extra 125g can of luncheon meat in their backpacks - this treat made everyone on the expedition feel bulging.
Huang Xiong received a portion of the paste in order, looked at it for a while, closed his eyes, and put a spoonful of "paste" into his mouth. The delicious aroma contained in this taste almost made his sense of taste disorder - there is still such a thing in the world. Delicious stuff! He quickly swallowed all his portion and hurried to the cooking class to see if there was anything left. As a result, the pot was crowded with soldiers who had arrived first. Everyone raised the pot high and asked for "another spoonful."
It was the first time for the cook to face such a hot scene. The little bit of soup left at the bottom of the pot was not good for anyone. In the end, he added some water and distributed it to everyone like soup.
Dongmen Chuiyu nodded and wrote in his notebook with satisfaction, "Cao Cao No. 1 and No. 2 are very satisfied."
After eating, the female nurses from the health team came ashore. They carried boxes with red crosses on their backs and asked if anyone felt hurt or uncomfortable. Suddenly many people said they had foot pain or stomachache.
When Tian Liang saw Guo Fu in the nurse team, he also complained that his stomach hurt. The large area of stomachache frightened the hippos who were enjoying themselves on the boat - so many people had stomachaches just after eating. It couldn't be food poisoning, or even large-scale diarrhea. Armed demonstrations broke out along the road. Diarrhea, this joke is really big. Take the medicine box and go ashore to deal with it yourself.
"Your belly is very good." Hippo patted Tian Liang's belly angrily, which really hurt him.
The stomachache farce ended quickly, and everyone continued to leave. The cooking cart was reloaded and loaded onto the ship. The soldiers packed up everything, including burying their feces and discarded garbage with soil - where did the sanitation work go? Neither can be ignored.
The more than 200 people walked on the deserted road, heading towards Baitu Port. The weather was sunny, and the soldiers marched to the beat of military drums. They occasionally met some farmers and traders along the way, and sometimes passed villages. Seeing them walking past in dignified military appearance, many people watched the excitement, but there was no avoiding it - the name of "Benevolence and Righteousness" in crossing seemed to have spread to every corner of the county.
Gentlemen and patriarchs of the villages along the way, in order to build relationships and buy peace, would send people to visit them when they saw them passing by, saying that they had prepared tea, food, chickens, ducks, pork and other things to work for them. Xi Yazhou always asked the sweaty elders to retreat after saying something to them, but he did not accept any gifts. This makes Huang Xiong feel incredible - in his opinion, marching without disturbing the people or looting is already a first-class disciplined army, and they don't even want the meat delivered to their doorsteps?
He mentioned this idea to You Huhu, who laughed loudly: "Meat? You can ask the health team if you want it."
"Why don't you want it?" Huang Xiong was stunned. Is the meat eaten by these Australians special?
"Your time with us is still short, you will understand in the future."
When it gets dark, the troops have already walked two-thirds of the way, and tomorrow they will march into the mountains. According to map interpretation, the straight-line distance between Baitu Village and the camp was less than 15 kilometers, so Xi Yazhou ordered the camp to be prepared for the next day's attack.
"Camp! The cadets of each platoon are in charge!" Xi Yazhou gave the order.
The cadets who came to the Military and Political School with the troops were assigned to various platoons for internship. Observe on the spot how the military officers command and manage the troops. There are also several cadets in the headquarters. After giving the order, they immediately got busy.
Camp training has been carried out countless times in normal times. Whether it is officers, cadets or soldiers, they all have a clear understanding of what they have to do. After selecting the camping site, each platoon organized itself and assigned its own work sections and tasks under the coordination of the cadets. They dug wavy trenches according to the instructions, built earthen mounds with excess soil, and erected barbed wire on the mounds. , wooden structure towers were erected at the four corners of the camp. Weeds and small trees within a distance of 1oo meters outside the trench were completely cleared.
Any time you camp, you must first arrange fortifications. This is the first principle of the ancient Roman army when camping, and it is also the principle followed by the army passing through. This is true even when they have technical equipment and training far beyond this time and space.
The soldiers cut down wooden poles and tied two oilcloth raincoats in their backpacks together to form a two-person tent. The camping area was divided into platoons, with drainage ditches and motorable roads between each area. According to the plan, it was also clarified where each platoon would need to maneuver in the event of an emergency, and everything was arranged in an orderly manner.
Seeing how these little cadets, who were only fifteen or sixteen years old, could actually do things in an orderly manner, Huang Xiong clicked his tongue - it's not like he didn't have this ability, but it was the experience gained from many years of service - ―This group of non-commissioned officers has only stayed at Kun Ren for two months. Although they still look a little immature, Huang Xiong believes that given time and a few more battles, these little brats will become qualified officers.
He secretly asked a cadet from his platoon: "Where did you learn this trick?"
"The elders have taught me, and there is this -" The little cadet took out a worn-out book from his backpack: "Infantry Drill Code".
"At once"
"The commanders use this book to teach them, which is detailed in it, how to dig trenches, how to camp, and how to arrange the troops during the march -" the sergeant spoke of this infantry drill with great admiration, saying it "what the hell" All."
Is it a book of war? Huang Xiong thought, isn't this just an arm's length talk? Although he couldn't read, he still knew Zhao Kuo's allusions. Thinking back again, Australians really like to read books. Although soldiers are not allowed to enter the headquarters, he secretly glanced inside when he passed by. The most common things inside were various books and large scrolls. It was simply The literati's study.
Australians are just going to read books and fight? This was really unbelievable to him.
He will soon witness what these visitors from another world call a "textbook battle."
