The patrolling soldiers at the edge of the camp huddled together with Bu Shu in their arms. The five of them gathered together. While resisting the heavy snow and biting cold wind, they grabbed a handful of "dry fried millet" from the cloth bag. Go into your mouth.
Because the millet is dry-fried, it is shelf-stable, but has almost no flavor at all and is extremely dry.
After stuffing it into my mouth, I felt like all the saliva in my mouth had been squeezed out by the millet. From my tongue to my throat, I felt like I wanted to die.
But even if it's dry fried millet, you can't eat it with your cheeks open.
This is rations that were brought up from the rear with a lot of effort. Five people can only get one catty per day, which means each person has two taels. They have to rely on this stuff to satisfy their hunger in the morning, noon and night.
And right in front of the patrolling soldiers, there was a faint light flashing.
There seemed to be a fragrant barbecue smell that drifted with the night breeze.
A young soldier cursed and said: "It's really like comparing people to death. We are starving here, but they are happy and lively, and even have meat to eat."
"Not only can we eat meat? There are also vegetables!" The veteran next to him swallowed his saliva and said in a deep voice.
Hearing the word "vegetable", the other four soldiers present immediately showed expressions of disbelief.
vegetable?
Not to mention soldiers, even ordinary families in the rear have no food to eat in this severe winter.
How did the other party deliver the food to the front line? This is too incredible.
The veteran sighed, his eyes full of longing and envy: "Before, when I was fighting against the enemy in my original army, I besieged a baggage camp. I cut open the sack with a knife, and countless colorful flowers spewed out from it. s things."
"I picked it up and saw that it was pickled vegetables!"
"These dried vegetables will become extremely fresh as long as they are soaked in water."
"But in winter, only rich families can afford this kind of food, but they transport it as military supplies. Hey, where is this for a war? It's obviously just for enjoyment."
Hearing the veteran's remarks, all the soldiers present were stunned. It was incredible enough that the other party could eat meat, but they didn't expect that there were even vegetables.
Could it be that Qin Feng raised a group of old hens that could lay golden eggs? If not, where did Qin Feng get so much money to feed his army such rich food on the front line?
If the Beidi army's three-month food and salary for 10,000 people is 300,000 taels of silver, then the three-month food and salary for Qin Feng's army with the same number of people is probably at least one million taels of silver.
This isn't a fight, it's clearly a fight for money.
The veteran was shivering from the cold. He looked at the brightly lit enemy camp in the distance and sighed: "Do you know how many layers of clothes the soldiers on the opposite side are wearing?"
The veteran stretched out four fingers and made a gesture.
"The outermost part is the armor, the inner part is a coat, then the inner part is coarse linen, and the inner part is the lining."
"That's not all. Every five people on the opposite side can be assigned a simple tent."
"And I heard from people that five people can be divided into two blankets. Two are on duty, one is on guard, and the other two are covered with blankets to rest, and so on."
After hearing what the veteran said, the eyes of the four young soldiers present were more than just envy.
Resentment arose in their hearts and they started to curse loudly. There was no way to win this battle!
People are well fed and clothed, but here we are suffering from hunger and being baptized by the cold wind. Before the war breaks out, countless people will freeze to death and starve to death.
Moreover, there are rumors from the rear that food and grass are about to run out. By then, without food, life will become extremely difficult, let alone fighting.
Just when Chen Si's army was already deeply resentful, relying on the surveillance of scouts and Jin Yiwei, the news that Chen Si began to secretly withdraw his troops had reached Li Zhang's camp.
After learning the news, Li Zhang couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Based on Li Zhang's understanding of Chen Si, there is no way that Chen Si would be a deserter, and Chen Si had no way out other than fighting head-on.
But the news that came back from earlier cannot be faked.
Li Zhang was puzzled, so he had to convey the news to Xu Mo, who was fighting on the Western Front.
At this time, the fighting on the Western Front also stopped because of the heavy snow.
Xu Mo sat in the thick and warm camp, reading the letter sent by Li Zhang, and analyzing the situation with his generals.
After a long discussion, Xu Mo was ultimately unable to determine what Chen Si's intentions were.
Because looking at it horizontally and vertically, it is not a rational choice for Chen Si to withdraw his troops now.
Although Chen Si's defeat is certain if he continues to fight, retreating now will only accelerate Beidi's defeat.
Unable to figure out Chen Si's intentions, Xu Mo and Li Zhang decided to act according to the original plan and wait for the heavy snow to stop before continuing to attack Chen Si's army.
To defeat ten guilds with one force, no matter what Chen Si's plan is, as long as the entire army pushes forward, Chen Si can be defeated by relying on the advantage he currently has.
As the saying goes, any conspiracy is powerless in the face of absolute power.
The war on the northern front of Ezhou is still going on, and Qin Tianhu, who is located in the Central Plains of Daliang, is walking around the station excitedly.
Zhao Yulong, who had been following Qin Tianhu all the time, saw that Qin Tianhu was suddenly so excited and didn't know the reason, so he asked tentatively.
"Uncle, why are you doing this?"
Qin Tianhu did not explain, but directly handed the letter from Beidi to Zhao Yulong.
Zhao Yulong glanced back and forth, his eyes widened suddenly, and he said in surprise: "The Qin family is happy?!"
Qin Tianhu nodded, unable to hide the joy on his face. The letter clearly stated that Li Xiaolan was pregnant, the son of that brat Qin Feng.
In this way, the most fatal weakness of the Qin family has been made up for.
As long as it can spread its branches and leaves, the Qin family will have successors.
Moreover, this person happens to be Li Xiaolan. With Li Xiaolan's status, he is on the same level as the Qin Feng family and is in line with etiquette. In this way, the relationship between the Qin family and Emperor Liang will become even closer.
Zhao Yulong was also happy for Qin Feng from the bottom of his heart, but he was still a little envious when he learned that Beidi was already fighting in full swing, but he and Qin Tianhu had always stayed in the Central Plains.
"I don't know how many achievements Xu Mo, Li Zhang, and the young Marquis Ning Hu have made on the battlefield."
Of course Qin Tianhu could understand Zhao Yulong's mood. He suppressed the joy of becoming a grandfather while comforting Zhao Yulong.
"Yulong, you don't have to be impatient."
"The battle between us and the wealthy families in the south is inevitable. Once Feng'er pacifies Beidi, we will focus on dealing with the wealthy families in the south."
