"What a turn of events! In less than ten years, these perpetrators finally turned into victims. How they massacred the Far East survivors back then, they are being massacred by the Far East survivors today."
Ryoma Sakamoto looked at the Russian navy fleeing madly in the bay and couldn't help but sigh. He clasped his hands together and closed his eyes and recited the Buddhist scripture "Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Namo Amitabha"
Not far away, Ma Hui and Ding Si, who had just completed their annihilation mission, looked at Ryoma Sakamoto who was chanting sutras in surprise. Ding Si asked in a low voice involuntarily, "Didn't you say that the great monk Longshi was a fake monk? It was the prime minister who wanted to punish him. He was a monk, but why does it look like the real thing today?"
Ma Hui put his finger to his mouth and hissed, "Hush, please, don't you see the adults chanting sutras? This is the tradition of Fusang for thousands of years. Monks can be in politics, and those who are in politics can also become monks. There are only real university students there." Who is qualified to become a monk? It’s completely different from what we have here.”
"Let's go, let's go. The battle in the bay has little to do with us. Quickly clean up the battlefield and wait! What is that?" Ma Hui, who raised his head, suddenly pointed at the west and asked in surprise.
Everyone followed his hand and found a faint line of black smoke rising in the west. Ding Si looked at it and said carelessly, "Where is the fire? It doesn't matter. There is no fire anywhere in the war. This city will be burned to the ground." "
"No! No! That's not the fire on the battlefield. That distance is not the fire on the battlefield at all. There's something wrong with the west, it's the smoke!" Ma Hui himself came from the Manchu Green Camp uprising, although the Green Camp soldiers were nothing. Combat ability, but in daily training, I also understood some of the rules of war in the medieval era.
In the era before telegraph communication, troop communication mainly relied on war horses, horns, semaphores, beacons, and lights in the dark. In fact, the ancient communication mode of beacon fire has never left the military stage.
Ma Hui could tell the distance of the smoke at a glance, and he knew something was wrong after a little calculation in his mind. This distance was not a fighting area at all.
"Let's go, don't worry about these prisoners. Head west, there must be something going on over there!" Ma Hui led a company of soldiers and ran like crazy outside the western city.
Ma Hui's guess was correct. What was rising in the west was really smoke. The person who lit the smoke was none other than Lao Shentou, a ginseng outside the customs who had been following the volunteers from the beginning.
At two o'clock in the morning, Lao Shentou's Zhuangzi was already brightly lit, and all kinds of comfort gifts packed last night began to be bundled on Tuo Ma's back. Dried venison, air-dried pheasant meat, frozen roe deer meat, and mutton are abundant outside the customs. As long as you are willing to take the time to catch them and are not afraid of hardship, you can catch them all in one winter.
These are the condolences to reward the volunteers. The bosses of all the houses in the Far East all know that the Rakshasa ghost is gone. One winter, they were compressed in the city of Vladivostok, and the small fortresses outside were pulled out and chopped down by the volunteers one by one. His heads were hung on the big trees on both sides of the post road. In the winter, the cold was as hard as stone.
Today is the moment of the final decisive battle. You can't let your guard down at this time. Even if you don't eat it, you have to take out the meat to reward the army. This is not only a friendship, but more importantly, it is to deepen the impression in front of General Xiang. In the future, Zhuangzi How much benefit you can get from the Far East depends on your current emotional investment.
The old ginseng head has taken out all the property of their ginseng-collecting village. Game, grain, leather goods, and most importantly, many medicinal materials, especially the treasured ginseng. This thing is best used to kill people. Seriously injured people take a sip of soup. If you persist for one more day, you might be able to save your life.
It's not just Lao Shentou who thinks this way. All the villages of the survivors on the east bank of the Wusuli River are already busy at this moment. Horse teams, dog-drawn sledges and Chinese refined kerosene lamps are hung to form a torrent in the dark night.
At four o'clock in the morning, Lao Shentou finally set off with a cavalry team of a hundred people. They were sweating profusely as they walked through the crunching snow and braved the cold wind.
It wasn't until around five o'clock in the morning that Lao Shentou wiped his sweat and looked up at the eastern skyline. At this time, he discovered that the direction of Vladivostok in the east was completely bright, as if the sky had been burned through, and the rumbling sound of artillery came like muffled thunder. , the young children behind them turned pale with fright.
All the young men in Lao Shentou's village have joined the army. The people who came out with him today were a group of half-year-old children in their fifteenth and sixteenth years, and there were even women. This group of inexperienced people had never seen such a spectacular scene.
The old ginseng guy lifted up the waistband of his cotton trousers, "You've learned a lot! That wasn't thunder, it was all the sound of cannons and explosives exploding. Vladivostok has been completely destroyed by Thunder God! That general is the Thunder God and Lightning Mother sent by the Prime Minister. Those group of No Rakshasa ghost wants to live!"
A child behind him gulped, "Oh my God! This was all made of dynamite? How much does it cost? Grandpa, you taught us to shoot birds with a musket last time, and only one person was allowed to fire two shots. You kept saying that gunpowder is expensive, so hunting It’s too much to spend! Then why are the volunteers so rich?”
yes? Why are the volunteers so rich? Lao Shentou didn't know the reason, but this winter he saw with his own eyes how the volunteer army grew.
Ships transporting supplies on the sea are constantly flowing every day. There are six continuous unloading docks north of Vladivostok day and night. The nearest horse head to the Rakshasa Ghost is only more than 20 miles away.
Canned beef from the United States, canned fruits from Ryukyu, sugar from overseas, and bitter things called chocolate are unloaded from the ship as if they cost nothing, and they are piled up in one warehouse after another.
The boys who serve as soldiers in the house are all eating better than during the Chinese New Year. Working with the volunteers is really tiring, the training is very hard, and the instructors are cruel and dirty, and they will be beaten if they make any mistakes.
Of course, Lao ShenTou doesn't blame them. After all, if you don't hit them, they won't be effective. As long as you don't cripple the adults, you can hit them casually. What's more, it's worth getting beaten for the stuttering.
How can any soldier eat meat every day? And what we eat is not just tasteless dried meat, but high-grade meat shipped from overseas with strong spices added to it.
Lao Shentou has eaten in the volunteer army's big house several times. The cast iron cauldron has a diameter of two feet. The master chefs use shovels to shovel the bottom of the pot and put beef in the stewed dishes! Who dares to think about eating beef every day?
As for pork stewed vermicelli and chicken stewed with mushrooms, I’m tired of eating them everywhere! The children have a hard time training, but the food is really exciting. Just eating this meat is worth it to work for the volunteers.
Once again, Old Cantou delivered medicinal materials to the army. He happened to meet General Xiang, who was also an old acquaintance. General Xiang also treated Old Shentou to a meal. After three rounds of drinking, General Xiang accidentally revealed that the 40,000 volunteers had to pay for their daily meals. Living expenses will consume 30,000 dragon-marked silver coins.
As soon as this number came out, Lao Shen was so frightened that the back of his head and neck felt cold. Thirty thousand silver coins a day! God, is this eating meat? This is eating money directly into the stomach!
Later, the old ginseng asked the general tremblingly, "How much military expenditure will it cost to fight a winter's war?" The general's answer almost scared the old ginseng to death.
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