"I thought you weren't coming back. Ha, yes, you are still a bit brave. Now that you are here, let's get in the car."
At this time, everyone was exactly where yesterday's West Wind Slope was. An officer looked at Zhao Ming first, and then pointed to several troop carriers next to him.
"Well, what do you call the boss?" Zhao Ming nodded and looked at the young officer.
The other party looked to be about 27 or 27 years old, but his military rank was not low, and he was still a captain.
"My name is Guo Fu, and I am currently the adjutant of Battalion Commander Zhang. You can also call me Adjutant Guo. But it is useless for you to have a good relationship with me now."
As he said this, Adjutant Guo watched Zhao Ming's men get into the car and took out a box of Harden Gate from his pocket.
"Have one?"
"Um!"
The two just smoked and chatted.
"Let's put it this way, actually we, Commander Zhang, don't want to embarrass you. The batch of military supplies yesterday was originally going to be given to our battalion.
Mainly due to the heavy casualties on the front line, the loss of ordnance, and the huge loss of ammunition.
Our battalion has not participated in the offensive before, and the military supplies on hand have been temporarily loaned to the main battle units on the front line.
But now the main battle units on the front line are almost unable to withstand it. No, let us, the 323rd Battalion, take over.
This batch of supplies is a temporary replenishment for me.
But since I was robbed by you, then you should help us share the pressure, right?
And this batch of supplies is for the main battle troops in front. Believe it or not, your Feng family village was wiped out last night!
So don’t think too much, just think about how to live next. "
As he spoke, Adjutant Guo didn't bother to talk to Zhao Ming anymore, and walked straight towards the front troop transport vehicle, beckoning Zhao Ming to come with him.
Everyone got on the vehicle, and with the roar of the old-fashioned single-cylinder engine, the troop carrier began to drive slowly forward.
After getting in the car, Zhao Ming saw that his brothers had already begun to change their clothes.
At this moment, Adjutant Guo also took a pile of clothes from the side and threw them over. "Take it, and you can put it on too! Don't let your secret be exposed then."
This is a set of military uniforms, very thin, very shabby and old, and exudes a strong and disgusting odor.
Even because there are so many smells mixed in, it is difficult to distinguish what is causing this smell.
Seeing Zhao Ming's ugly face, Adjutant Guo smiled helplessly and said,
"Zhao Ming, oh no, you should be called Company Commander Zhao now. This is the identity our battalion commander has temporarily arranged for you.
Of course, don’t tell anyone about this. You know why. "
"As for these clothes, just make do with it, everyone is like this. Alas, who told us that Marshal Feng's family above us is poor?
Everyone in the Fengjun Army and the Northeast Army is well-dressed.
Our military uniforms have been worn for many years, and we are reluctant to wash them once a year. They are easy to break if washed too much, and if they are broken, we cannot issue new ones. "
Adjutant Guo spread his hands with helplessness on his face.
At this point, Zhao Ming was sure that the other party was not lying, because the other party was also dirty and looked like a group of beggars.
I couldn't help but secretly complain, no wonder some people in later generations said that Marshal Feng's army was a beggar army.
The quality of military uniforms really reflects the economic strength of each warlord. Marshal Feng is really poor.
According to Adjutant Guo, we still had half a day to go near Fengxiang. Everyone took advantage of this time to fall asleep while the vehicle was swaying.
Just gradually, some people began to wake up their companions.
"Oh! Look, what are those?"
Being woken up by their companions, everyone looked outside one after another.
This kind of troop carrier has no roof, and is surrounded by simple wooden fences on both sides, giving it an extremely wide field of vision.
Not far away, in a connected house, women wearing yellow and dirty clothes were constantly coming in and out.
"Girls? Aren't we almost to the front line? Are there still girls here?"
Some brothers couldn't help but have their eyes gleaming, because although these girls were dirty, they were really pretty.
But soon many people began to feel nauseated.
Because at this moment, a personnel carrier happened to drive over from the opposite direction of them and passed by them.
The contents inside the personnel carrier were the culprit that made everyone almost nauseous.
Zhao Ming couldn't help but frown, feeling vaguely upset in his heart.
Corpse!
A carload of corpses!
Even though Zhao Ming was well-informed and had seen countless corpses while escaping, he couldn't help but feel sick when he saw this scene.
Because very few of these corpses can be preserved intact. Many have broken legs and feet, and even half of the body is missing.
There are even some brains that can be seen, and flies are buzzing above them.
As the troop carrier continued to shake while it was driving, the hill of corpses and flesh on top was shaking like a mountain of flesh, which made people feel psychologically and physically uncomfortable.
"This should be the main force brought back from the front line!"
Adjutant Guo sighed as he spoke.
And just as he said this, more than a dozen troop carriers passed by near them one after another.
Then another donkey cart passed by, carrying piles of flesh and blood.
At first, everyone was a little disgusted by it, but after watching it too much, they became completely numb.
But everyone's expressions were not very good. How many people must have died?
Nearly twenty carloads of corpses were dragged down. Is it possible that hundreds or thousands of people are missing?
"I heard that Commander Song has spent three months to capture Fengxiang three times. I wonder how many casualties there are now?" Zhao Ming couldn't help but asked, curious.
Hearing this, Adjutant Guo smoked a cigarette and replied dully, "About five or six thousand people. There are so many dead, and there are more than a thousand injured who can continue to fight on the battlefield. The total is almost seven thousand." People."
Hearing this number, Zhao Ming had no reaction, but the brothers next to him couldn't help but chattered their teeth.
"Then how many people are there in this kidnapping bandit warlord?" Zhao Ming asked back.
"The same seven thousand people, oh, I'm talking about his previous total strength of more than seven thousand, and his tribe's casualties were not large. About a thousand people...
Alas, this person has been operating in Fengxiang for many years and has long since turned this place into a piece of iron.
It's just like a turtle shell, it's hard to conquer! ~" Adjutant Guo also had a headache.
He didn't even know that if the fight continued like this, even if Zhao Ming and the others were dragged up to resist the wave, they would still have to line up to die.
"Okay, we're almost there. Don't run around when you get there. I have something else to tell you."
Adjutant Guo pointed to a residential house not far away and said.
Soon the convoy arrived at this private house, which was about five miles away from Fengxiang. Here, many military vehicles could be seen coming and going, as well as groups of soldiers running past in order.
At the same time, the noise became more and more intensive, which was the sound of Fengxiang fighting and attacking the city in the distance.
